sitting here for briefer moments in the bright coin of noon, practical strangers; chasms of the unspoken between us teetering on the contour of our lips it’s like listening intently to the sound a secret keeps or rain falling across His open eyes, silenced by unfinished kisses. i want to tell You everything, and then some, let the first moments come tumbling back out again; born again, given form, shape, given new life, again left to float away or comfortably occupy this new space of being, again if You so wish.
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