This brief spark, this lust, this fleeting embrace will flicker and fade like so many others, discarded and forgotten; When we next awake alone and apart. What will remain is: Your hand, lightly poised, curves around my hip. Your head, red hair entangled, rests on my shoulder for a second, pondering some unknowable mystery. Your lips brush my cheek in a delicate, magnetic wisp of a kiss. Your eyes, bright yet yielding no secrets, dance around the questions I pose. Who are you? Why are you here? Can I know more? What is there to know? Nothing, that you’ll tell, Only that our paths crossed, briefly, then moved on to grow farther apart, With nothing more to show Than a shadowy waltz And another chance lost.Birth sign: Capricorn
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