You won’t have to tell me
how to touch.
Where to begin.
What emboldens,
or brings wild abandon.
With ease do i see your gilded cage
and its fearsome keeper.
And, we know why rules were made,
don’t we?
Your measured steps tell of fear,
not of love.
I have a fear too,
but of a different kind.
Your ceaseless radiation
is my courage.
Together, we’ll be dangerous.
I am out of words. You get me every time! Thank you, Lee.
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Thank you, Gael! 😊
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