It was often on evenings that we met
When songs were sung, music was played
In the intimacy of the night
That made the lights in our eyes
shine even brighter
when they connected

And then later we met in letters
in the intimacy of covered, fervent words
That always seemed to long for more
Dictated by greedy eyes and greedy hands
But often didn’t say what they wanted
to say or wanted to ask for

How those evenings long to be filled
with meeting eyes again
And how those letters long to be written
by hearts meeting in uncovered, fervent words


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