you do not belong
to morning or anything
so eager as me
you are not
in this breath
of silence
nor are you
in this brief
and modest verse
your eyes
are words
that are unspoken
but let them speak
soft if you will
a kiss perhaps
one look
could this moment
unfold me
and my life
will begin
and end
in the blush
that is
your smile.
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