On a cold winter night
Locked in the warmest embrace
at a down town party
in front of the fireplace.
The first meaningful contact
a rush of blood to the head
a smile of realization
the sharing of secrets in bed.
Every moment then
was a blur of happiness where
the common theme was you.
Every now and then
I still wake up in the middle of the night
thinking of you.
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