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Pink clouds against blue sky
With yellow clouds that underlie,
Like the fire in your eyes;
A passion deep and burning bright
That lights up my darkest night. 

Should I lie here paralysed?
While the stars dance in your eyes—
I do and words are half formed things
Slight, mangled whisperings.

Rhythmic drumming of heartbeats
running, connecting at the fingertips
As my kisses stain your lips;
There’s a feeling you’re wishing to say…

In fear of love, I turn away.

©2017 H. M. Smith, All Rights Reserved.


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