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In Your Stillness

Where do you end - as I begin -
beneath a tendril cupping chin,
amongst sheet rain upon my skin,
inside an idea, so paper-thin?

How long have I been accustomed to
the sight of you and your orange hue,
the froth of hair, white falling through,
the scent of ash, graft and apple brew?

Where do you end - the length of string
from your heart to my heart seems to sting,
edging tighter to make us sing
testing what once was a simple fling?

To love you knows no bound of time,
I am yours, in my prime,
your heart still is an uphill climb,
both at best and worst, a soft sublime.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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