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Softest Lightning

Forgive my clumsiness,
my stumbling while staring.
I claim it happens all the time.
It doesn't.
I've never tripped so much before,
because my armor has never fallen
to my feet.
Never, has such a combination
of a feminine smile
and curious eyes unraveled
the mental bindings
that knotted my hopes.
As your hands cater
to every nerve of mine,
reminding me that yes,
I'm still alive
even on the outside.

The red veiled curtain
tenderizes the middle hours
of the night.
My apology for waking you
is soft and sincere,
as I pull us together
searing our skin,
sharing our inner fires
once again.

We can sleep later
on planes, or maneuvering
through bustling traffic.
Or playing with dynamite
to collapse our needless dams.

Dreams are for filling gaps.
I never imagined anyone
succeeding so well
in my reality

as my stumbles become nimble
in the fluidity
of our flowing night.

Blue skies are dry,
so give me these torrents
of your storms
-This lightning
for my life.

Written by Styxian
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