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with quiet eyes
with the bareley perceptible
movement of your chest
show me
why the moon rises
why the constellations appear

i am certain
it is for me to see you
in this light
between the shadows
where doubt comes in waves
between passion
and infirmity
hold me

while your finger passes softly
across the flesh
at the corner of my eye
tell me
what you can never know
that this weak and fragile thing
won't end too soon