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When Our Hands Are Wrinkled and Soft Like Dough A poem When our hands are wrinkled and soft like dough And we sit next to the fire in some unknown woods I will bring out my book of poetry that I wrote for you And I will remember why I fell in love with you How I loved your natural beauty found in your kindness And loved the spiritual man who is loving and compassionate I will remind you of how we fought and argued But at the end our love always triumphs And we kept our promise, to hold hands even to our wrinkled old age My one and only love When our hands are wrinkled and soft like dough And we sit next to the fire in some unknown woods I will bring out my book of poetry that I wrote for you And I will remember why I fell in love with you And you will weave with your soft fingers the waves of my hair and I will bring your hand close to my heart And then I will pull your lips near my lips and kiss Oh, most treasured darling, I can draw your face with eyes blindfolded I know all of your beauty by memory And I also know how your heart beats, in rhythm and time with mine Yes, my twin-flame companion of mine, we are one Oh, when our hands are wrinkled and soft like dough And we sit next to the fire in some unknown woods I will bring out my book of poetry that I wrote for you And I will recite you all of my poems that I wrote for you

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We are Two Stone that Creates Fire A poem We are two stones that create fire Illuminating the dark abyss of late October We are two dried branches That resuscitate the sun’s heat And set the whole of California burning We are the lighting streak Hitting and roasting an evergreen We are the whirlwind at the end of summer That runs and returns, rushing, Moving everything on its way Losing ourselves in a yearning to be one Devouring all judgment, losing all calm Burning like the sands of beaches in late May Restless like the turbulent waters of the seas And you breathe softly in my ear I can feel the cool breeze from your breath And I receive your loving kisses too And I say “yes, yes, yes,” to all your questions unsaid You say, “Look, the dawn in my hands And the sun in my fingertips Everything has already happened between you and I” “The moon in the waters is the same moon in the heavens. Oh, my faithful mate:” “A smile is not a laughter,” I replied. “I don’t remember who we were, but I remember that we were” “Your eyes are the open windows to my universe,” you went on. As your hands grab hold of my hips We kiss, and this great distance was bridged With our love and embraces

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When Our Hands Are Wrinkled and Soft Like Dough A poem When our hands are wrinkled and soft like dough And we sit next to the fire in some unknown woods I will bring out my book of poetry that I wrote for you And I will remember why I fell in love with you How I loved your natural beauty found in your kindness And loved the spiritual man who is loving and compassionate I will remind you of how we fought and argued But at the end our love always triumphs And we kept our promise, to hold hands even to our wrinkled old age My one and only love When our hands are wrinkled and soft like dough And we sit next to the fire in some unknown woods I will bring out my book of poetry that I wrote for you And I will remember why I fell in love with you And you will weave with your soft fingers the waves of my hair and I will bring your hand close to my heart And then I will pull your lips near my lips and kiss Oh, most treasured darling, I can draw your face with eyes blindfolded I know all of your beauty by memory And I also know how your heart beats, in rhythm and time with mine Yes, my twin-flame companion of mine, we are one Oh, when our hands are wrinkled and soft like dough And we sit next to the fire in some unknown woods I will bring out my book of poetry that I wrote for you And I will recite you all of my poems that I wrote for you

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We are Two Stone that Creates Fire A poem We are two stones that create fire Illuminating the dark abyss of late October We are two dried branches That resuscitate the sun’s heat And set the whole of California burning We are the lighting streak Hitting and roasting an evergreen We are the whirlwind at the end of summer That runs and returns, rushing, Moving everything on its way Losing ourselves in a yearning to be one Devouring all judgment, losing all calm Burning like the sands of beaches in late May Restless like the turbulent waters of the seas And you breathe softly in my ear I can feel the cool breeze from your breath And I receive your loving kisses too And I say “yes, yes, yes,” to all your questions unsaid You say, “Look, the dawn in my hands And the sun in my fingertips Everything has already happened between you and I” “The moon in the waters is the same moon in the heavens. Oh, my faithful mate:” “A smile is not a laughter,” I replied. “I don’t remember who we were, but I remember that we were” “Your eyes are the open windows to my universe,” you went on. As your hands grab hold of my hips We kiss, and this great distance was bridged With our love and embraces

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