This can be our swing set

Let's Find A Swing Set in the Middle of a Vacant Beach and Call it Ours; We'll Swing Side by Side in the Middle of the Night, Tasting the Breeze As It Whispers by Our Faces and Through Our Fingers; We're Going Up, Down, Back, Forth, Together.

And we won't 

Say a word.

We'll just be

Together.

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"Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not
even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice."

-- From Whitman's Song of Myself

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