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Pace : A Poem on Love


Pace:


Your words are wisps of babies breath,

gliding across my peach colored cheeks.

The wind creates a tunnel of lust around us,

It makes me weak.

Your pupils expanding like the universe,

your touch is a sullen river I dare not traverse.

When I see you there is silence.

The breaking of a curse.

Feet stomping on the earth,

frogs croaking as though they hurt.

A still blue lake, one sparkling star.

I’ll wear our experience on my sleeve like a beautiful scar.

The bird aimlessly glides,

my heart curiously hides.

That love was not one to be approached with glorious strides.

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