Friday, April 21, 2017

saccharine

gently and so slowly placed
her hand upon his chest
he ceases inane prattle
closes eyes and takes a breath

the warmth of palm and fingers spreads
where once pervaded cold
in mind's eye he perceives a smile
for him - a thought too bold

for when he seeks to close the gap
and form a warm embrace
her hand holds firm the distance
resolute he keep his place

nearby but never intimate
for her a bridge too close
that he of all will never cross
despite eternal hope

to which they cling
through orbit neat
forever dancing
bittersweet

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