I need not to
spill my dark waters over you
as you sounded placid
albeit wearied, as you state
and for once
I let go
I saw you in a different light
sharp as a sword
you pound and assault
with the speed of light
you retrieve
operated like a default mechanism
a familiar pattern traced
persistently carved -
altogether
imprinted in my internal imagery
as I digress my open wounds
I like all narrations with
tactfully designed closures
beginnings - no less
as simple as you sound
as complex as you refrained from falling into
Of all that I gain after I came in contact
I wonder what synapses sparked
in your defined space
Shall we waltz -
my sun
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