She is touched
by their voices
Closing the eyes
to look into one another
Adjusting
retina, pulse and stories
so we can fall deep
And disentangle the senses
from a big sleep
Otherwise they stretch
past each other
in a dream of silence
Drinking off
the same caress
through a long mirror table
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