AWAKENINGS
Adrian Fry
he watched her wake, how her opening eyes
let light chase nightmare from her troubled face,
and then, with cautious tenderness he took her,
still half-conscious in a soft and slow embrace,
protectively caressing, physically promised to remain
and in response she, grateful, sighed a name
not his.
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