Closeness Without Cost
let's go find a quiet bar.
and find a corner table
we'll have a couple drinks,
we dont have to talk.
and then we'll go walk
the streets, smoking
hand in hand, seeing,
feeling, tasting, touching
just enjoying the stillness
of closeness without cost
the wind blows through your hair
i'll stop to kiss your eyes.
poem by Eric Cockrell

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