in an isolated clearing....Our hands were side by side on the table.
soft fur................We were separately working
set in the slow moving stream......as if on the same server our minds were somehow linked,
the sound of water .........and there was no need for words.
warm milk............Occasionally I stole glances at the "surprises"
at the bottom of a simulated pool ........that Gunter was silently drawing on the table beside me.
walking down to the water........ a flowered dress.............
unexpected woodland events......... get up and wash the dishes..... the smell of hops and honey.................... like an old minuet......... the smell of green grass....... warm stones by the river....
a red front door.............. under the eves of the porch....................... a black woodstove............................ the smell of the leather couch.................... on my other side....................... making love...................... for as long as I could remember.......... the faded Indian blanket on the daybed

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