my heart rests
and waits.
patient.
no anxious beating-
my love knows nothing
of fleeting.
enraptured by the hand
stroking my cheek,
with a certain savoring affection,
reality seems to intrude,
the flaming fear in my eyes meets
the calm satiating burn, in yours,
reluctance is sucked away in a moment's blink.
the blue pulsing my veins
reddens,
and so proceeds
inevitable glorious falling.
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