Otherwordly

The slight brush of a cheek

The widening, trusting pupil

It’s too late to recoil

The shields I’ve built are futile

 

A calm within each breath

That passes through their lips

A journey could be started

With each and every kiss

 

To say that I’m enamored

Would not even start

To tell of the true magnitude

Their energy imparts

 

Only dreams now could imagine

How our colors swirl and blend

And the galaxy created

By the spangled path we wend

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