Can It?
Can it be
touched,
this heart?
With fire
without ash,
glow without
heat in the midst
of coldest winter?
Hush
Hush, the quickening beats
On my heart-drum,
The breath-stealing run
Of my eyes over your body
To the mind behind eyes
Flicking ever so slightly,
Blocking suns, seas, moons,
Straight to my heart's depth
Silence breaking silence.
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