Reflected

By Beverly Greene

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You lay there in the moonlight
and I feel Her come over me,
through me,
into me.
Through the touch of your hand,
the kiss of your lips,
the sound of your sigh,
the softness of your skin,
the roundness of your shoulder,
the fullness of your hips,
I can sense Her
for the very first time.
And I know more
than I knew
only moments before.

She is in your touch,
your lips,
your sigh,
your skin,
your hips.
I've been looking
into the great beyond
to see Her face
and now I understand
what I never knew -
She looks like you!

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