(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)


Missing the intensity
Of sweet honeycomb heart
The way your soft eyes
Become so light
In the morning bright
Your floating laugh
I could sit in silence forever
Happiness knows no bounds
The concrete floors - brick walls
Yet open windows,
My open heart

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