Nineteen Eighty-Four Series II of XX

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we walk in separate corridors
you and I do,
we think, talk, and listen,
we compare, overlook, and question,
we are friends,
special and close,
careful and select,
forgiving;
we cherish these moments
in which our paths cross
and we are briefly together,
sharing our experiences through
sensations of our touch,
the warmth of our bodies,
and the passion in our eyes until
the vanishing sands mark an end
to our encounter and we again
walk in our separate spaces.

December 13, 1984

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a quiet evening,

unusually warm for late December,

confronts us as we leave

our secret place;

silently, we walk and our

thoughts are softly traded with

a mutual understanding; yet,

occasionally we glance at

each other with reassuring

eyes and our smiles reject

all fear and risk as we

allow ourselves this one

time to love each other.

December 19, 1984