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anticipation

I hear him
before
I see him;

I feel him,
move through
the crowd,
and into my desolate world,
that is suddenly
sacred;
I cannot turn,
I know his eyes
will enslave
my soul;

my lips are sealed,
and I imagine
he will pry them open
with his tongue;
if I look
he will,

and then,
he closes the gap,
reaches for me
and I am cold
drowning
being rescued now,
with warm hands
into a warmer embrace
that feels like home;

he is
beckoning, sweet
insistent and I am
a girl
who lost
everything
to love.

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