just a touch, just a rush of emotion
insane devotion to what we believe
is a notion of love
made by the man upstairs
his name, your name
his stare, your stare
who are you now? what can you be?
mere mortal or my petty whim?
and we hesitate..in the spaces we create
just a moment that stagnates and throws the weight
making us shift anxiously from foot to foot
hoping for something that will placate our restless soul
the clink like a warning toll. a drowning hole.
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