I know now as I beam my glare with admire, this quiver only screams that even if your words were to lie, your face is hooded with truth.
Raking and siphoning in embrace, I target the breath that hovers and lingers above your lip,
Mouths connect in perfect and accomplished collision, one single fit like continents.
And as such, at first draw only oceans can pull asunder and disjoint such crowning glory, as if only one direction existed.
And now this scrolling marquee at an eternal show is cast not by actors but by memories, and performed not on stage but upon my heart, fingerprinted and grooved so that it will only ever accept you forever.
-Barta
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