I began my new year in touch
Covered in love 
And loving touch
Learning to be receptive 
And giving 
The receptive giver of a
juicy orange sunset kiss
She drove and was missed
We dove and never missed  
Into the pink cloud
wet abyss 
We kissed

All the sore and empty spaces 
That needed filling
All the sore and empty spaces 
That needed feeling.


Two Zero One Six- Lov(h)er

I touched a crystal and felt the craters of the moon. The sun stole my poem and made it citrine. I'm making these poems to keep me moving on this journey. 

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