Is that where life lies,
In an undressed heart?
Do we seek perfection?
Acceptance is not always
Compromise.
Your lips on my cheek,
Your breath in my ear
Birth a longing
That moves my tears to fall.
I am still,
While love flows.
Another inch
And our mouths would meet,
Soft desire pressed against soft desire:
A moment of promise,
Contained in itself,
Leading to nothing -
Not even expectation.
Though love leads us
Into others' arms,
You
Mean I am the best me
I can be.
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