escaping the cave
the breeze of love whistled into my life
chill that warmed my soul
like a torrent of flowing water
refreshing, massaging
inflaming my being and stunning me
like a las vegas quake
and hiding in my cave
was not an option
if I call for an angel
I find you there
when I cry myself to sleep
your fingers run through my hair
when I catch a mistaken glimpse
or hear your familiar laughter
in a crowded room
I know, I am
and bathe in happiness
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