I left my window open before I went to bed.
It’s still wet from the love we made.
As the breeze blew in it dried the sheets.
I dreamed of the day we’d finally meet.
Tantalizing
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Poet Nancy Hoang
I left my window open before I went to bed.
It’s still wet from the love we made.
As the breeze blew in it dried the sheets.
I dreamed of the day we’d finally meet.
Moments from the CoVid quarantine “new love” life.