In a gossamer filtered haze,
you,
alone at last.
Walls tumble
the ground rushes up beneath my feet
the world fits in the space of
my longing for you.
bustling backstage madness
Eyes,
Your eyes… looking at me
Voices vanish
there is no one but us(we)
there is only the infinite time and space
Between each heartbeat
and when we embrace again.
“on the deck”
A hand is offered…hands lingering
heart races…
your hand is in mine, your eyes, my god… your eyes
pleading, and begging me
……………..please,
there is the suffering
this is the price I will pay for you
taking it down
suddenly you
and I alone in a crowd
there is only us…
he lingers, lecherous and leering in the jaundiced light
but all of his intentions and efforts
can not frustrate the conviction
of my heart
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