soul burn
so closefingertips barely touching
eyes fill the silence
so loud
tongue-less suspicions
of knowing
and receiving
but only in pieces
like bread crumbs
fascination
breathes quietly
letting aches linger
suspenseful intuition
bordering a dance
that speaks
a language for two
veiled in red
slightly seductive
for a purpose served
in closing gaps
until standing nearer
but only a kiss apart
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