Lips to my cheek,
The warmth penetrates the ever-vigilant cold that persists to protect the depths of my soul.
I am unable to mount an adequate response.
I am…touched.
Silence reassures the difficulty in the words I might dare say,
This warm moment settles around my shoulders,
Reaching for a closeness time and distance has made alien to me.
Civil romance blurs the line between first and last chances,
And this warmth dances to the rhythm of a heart all too eager to try again.
I close my eyes,
Again the light is becoming too much to take in.
Again,
Bright, vivid colors of a future where moments thirst for our glory.
This is the story,
Of a kiss.
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