The Returning Hour

Blue eyes give me a glance, a blink; you smile,
a happy wrinkle rising on your face,
an image of joy that will last a long while,
and call me home to share in your embrace,

where lips caress and press against my own,
entangling bodies, arms, and hands, and fingertips,
we pull and join our essence into one
with unbroken strength, we cleave with fervent grips.

Now one we share our joy and peace complete,
we rise to heights that two can only achieve,
when both combine, their minds and bodies meet,
the pains of distance, such union can relieve.

For separation shows its mightiest power,
when replaced by love in the returning hour.

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