how softly she spoke volumes in tunes
with a glance, a caress
at ease, arrested by her sly smile
entranced, leisurely consuming the chance
opportune moments glisten with contact
she stands so close, swaying, seeing
clutching my back embracing
a dance chasing moons attract
thoughts of futures fleeting, but aware
how this meeting left me open
hoping there's a way to care
a way to being


"why do we have a war on terrorism? we need a war on apathy and ignorance." - maynard james keenan

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