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A short poem about George and me

We're both fumbling in the dark,
Making love out of nothing,
Less substantial than a touch,
You more expressive,
More supportive than I;
I am cold,
But I'll be human
When the ghosts are dead,
And sleep will emerge from my heart
To encompass you.
And we'll breathe together,
You and I.