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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