Friday, July 1
fatal attraction
gently
like the rippling of a brook
your fingers run down the piano keys
then back up again
and i lose myself in
your melody.
the irresistible pull of
your magnetic personality -
the charm of your smile,
the wit of your words -
like a fist around my heart
making my blood run hot and cold
simultaneously.
and somehow
we're really nothing
but strangers who
fit perfectly, a key
to a lock.
you almost capture me,
but the wind changes direction
again
and we're blown
apart, away.
inevitably turning into foam as
the tide turns, we'll
leave these shells on the shore;
my heart,
and maybe -
yours.
yours truly
11:29 PM
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