in your
smooth wary softly
deliberate doelike grace
I know you will run from me
but nothing runs forever
mystery
did I
knock less than gently
at the gate of your retreat
I know it is locked and bolted
but doors were meant to be opened
bravery
if we
travel hopefully
and share the driving
I know there will be twists and turns
but all roads lead somewhere
fantasy
did your
heart silently
bid me take wing
I know you will burn me
but the flame is part of the flight
ecstasy
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