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Yes, oh yes ...
at first, I do admit
your hair I imagined
as the night--
enveloping me
and eyes like a predator cat
peering from the forest
with me the prey
would you drown me
or suffocate
I would suffer both
if luck were mine
delirium and sense
are unacquainted in most realms
"to death"
isn't considered
in its consequence
at times like these
perhaps when sense prevails
and time finds a breath
separate ways might converge
your road and my path
rocky and needing the balance
of clasped hands
one heartbeat
reassures the loneliness
of another
and rhythm invokes
a dance
love has no fear
of the dark
it glows with eyes closed
it is passion roaring
or whispering sighs
but it never dies
when there are
poems to write
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