Butterfly days

Our hands brush intimately
Touching the skin of our souls
As we lean together to kiss in greeting
The long day ending
As we join again
For the night.

We talk softly of the day’s events
The butterfly wings of memories shared
As we prepare
For the night.

We seek one another’s feet
Reminders of our intimacy
As we snuggle in bed, warm against one another
The long day ending
As we join again
For the night.

We snore softly a nocturnal symphony
The chrysalis of our night
As we rest from a day apart.

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