Through a wild valley
We wandered
Slow...
Except for our breath
I , all to myself
In a panic,
Less frightened
By what would be called
Death.
My companion-
Is likewise , too nervous,
And panting in "secret"
Dismay:
And now I know
We are lovers,
Abashed, shame-faced
In the heat of
An expectant day.
He, in all tune to my thinking
Has gently taken my hand,...
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