There I know places we won’t be found. Taylor Swift … a silent kiss the hurry-hearted sigh. John B. Lee … to the secret beauty there. John B. Lee When the world darkens we seek shelter there, where we can’t be called or summoned, where the air breathes clean, scented and the stars wink in an intimate treat of secrecy, of promises unrevealed, juicy. There, where silence is the sweetest sound and your smile the perfect image when I reach out to kiss you. There – here now – your lips sigh with a trembling yes.
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