This feeling

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It came in
Through the front door
It was only meant to be him
But the feeling came in too
He touched his arm
His eyes lit up
And met his gaze
In welcome recognition
A gift once given
Was given twice
This feeling roused
A hibernating heart
Somewhere
Between sips of wine
And strings of words
Lips found time to touch
And in that glancing touch
Warmed by wine
Eyes, flickered held, as

Love closed the door

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