It's raining but
I can
see
the
sun shine
upon your delicate
hands. My pointy
fingers grasp
too
tighly.
There is
sagebrush to take.
An alarm sounds
just in
time;
calling
you to
snuggle up against
my back- keep
my soul
warm.
Don't
let me
forget the champagne.
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