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This is how I want you.
Irrationally.
Like the last wisp
of orangy light at dusk.
Shadows melting
till they become
starlight.
No, no lofty thoughts.
A suspended moment,
holding desire,
beauty,
you,
me.
I look over your shoulders
not touching
yet.
Holding togetherness
in a breath
not let out,
yet.
Light
quivers on your hair,
like a secret glance.
A moment becomes
a legend.
-hk
