contemporary love

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Your lips on mine, pressed against time
This time again my heart says
I am standing at the brink of love
Words come slowly, shyly…
Sliding through the realm of friendship
I write while your shadow looms in my mind
One hand on the keyboard, the other caught in my hair
And love’s gaping wound is eternal on the chest
open
throbbing 
beating in quiet madness.

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