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Sometimes, He Would Watch

Sometimes, he would watch
while the midnight passed slowly,
sitting quietly
as the red embers burned low
in the evening fire,
the sound of crickets singing
sounds of their breathing even,
kiss of wind sighing.

Sometimes, he would watch,
sitting silently next to her,
and watch the firelight
casting highlights in her hair,
warm against her cheeks,
light kissing her sleeping lips,
lips slightly open and moist,
deserving of more.

Sometimes, as he watched,
staring into the midnight,
kissed there by moonlight,
he would hear the softest sigh
woven in night dreams,
of kisses more than firelight,
and a hand would touch his own,
soft touch of promise.