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Love, almost intangible

but I still felt it shiver, wither.

There’s chaos in my mind, but I remember

the first kiss, perhaps the last.

“Do you love me?”

There’s only one answer,

then we take the next step, we fly.

I cannot speak it.

Truth be told it has hurt

floating around, with clipped wings.

It’s a bit funny how hopeless it seems

but it makes for good cinema.

The peculiar, lost, bizarre,

hollow eyes, dry throat, and brittle skin,

an artsy despair.

A long night lay awake

Whispers of secrets tender to the heart blend

with a creation of fond memories, shy faces, and

the stroking of hands

intensely engaging in the abstract art of the heart

waves and colour and thorough scrutiny

unlocking the hidden energies

in pursuit of enamored lands

with dashing beauty and blossoms of intimacy

the rush of blood

and a flush of the unimaginable feeling.

Lost for breath

in a world of love and perpetual longing.

Words said with the most honesty;

open souls share in the emotion.