And
was pleasantly surprised to be
Met,
not with a skull,
But
with soft lips that attempted,
With
a breath that smelled
Like
daises and white lilies,
To
render my lungs useless
Not
forever but for one moment
Because
it understood my need,
Better
than any previous lover,
To
be swept off my feet.
Its
eyes were a shade of eternity,
A
mixture between dawn and dusk,
A
color I could fall in love with,
If
there was any time.
It
held me with such delicacy
That
I searched for high and low
But
have not found yet.
It
held me as if I was whole
And
perfect and beautiful,
Not
like a treasure chest
That
has been stripped from its gold.
No,
it saw me in a way
That
no one ever could.
Not
even me.
Maybe
we got it all wrong.
I
let go.
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