never again

restlessly isolated, safe from love’s cruel folly…

living in chilly seclusion, dying for a warm touch

climbing the peak of abysmal despair, falling into an embrace of luminous peace

utterly weak from reaching, infinitely strong by letting go

always giving too much of self, never sharing nearly enough of me

heartbeat pushed toward fading, tender caresses mend a wounded pulse

…anxiously anticipating being lured out, overpowered by devastating delights

once more

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