If I touch you too much,
it's the proximity
of fragility,
adjacent to mortality,
tangential dichotomy,
essential taciturnity,
the promise of eternity
If I hold you too long
is it wrong?
You're detecting
me rejecting,
space age,
road rage modernity
If I kiss you slowly
it's the closest thing to holy,
but I'm shucking,
chucking off the covers,
blankets and sheets
that conceal two lovers,
one anachronistic
and dutiful,
the other mute,
but beautiful
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