They laid
cheek to cheek
beside each other.
They were silent
for a while.
The only sound
was the sound
of breathing,
the slow, deep breathing
that comes
after the quick, urgent breathing
of love making.
“Ah, mi cariño,"
she whispered,
"We are here.”
- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2019
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