Fingers splayed
Like the dying rays of summer
Washing over us
Like distance
You lean in
Soft consonants
and vowels
Bleeding together
As one
You hold me lightly
Like a stranger
I hold you tightly
Like a song
With all these people standing by
(Spectators to our spectacle)
I wanted to strip you down
To your very marrow
Questing for the
Knowledge and passion
That surely must be
Mixed inside
Instead I just smiled
Captivated by you
(But caged by me)
And filled the spaces
Between your fingers
With my own.
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