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One breath away from
kissing your lips from
holding you closer than
all the thoughts of you in my mind and
spinning around in
widening circles that
cross-intersect all
possibilities dancing-colliding
in unison.
One move away from
taking your hand from
blessing your forehead with
oceans of lovingly comforting tenderness and
wiping away all
worrisome troubles in
both our lives all
promises kept and
all that’s left is to
take that step.
Don’t sigh.
