Delicate, too, more so than you

Come nearer, my love

and let me whisper

the soft petting of my words

a gentle heat to your ear and brushing against your lobe.

delicate too is my touch, my body shy

under you; my spirit is torn in your decided wake.

The tragedy of us will rest

in a shallow grave, aside what purity was known of our gentle surrender

a lifetime of tears that silently,

inwardly weep, and haunt me.

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