Unbearable weight
yet wisp-lightness, we indulge
in that sin of love.
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'Tis a small distance
between earth and perdition:
space 'twixt waiting lips.
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Can't let you kiss me,
lest I be betrayed by scent
of bitter almonds.
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Read my Eyes
Poetry“The tongue in flattering falsehood deals, and tells a tale it never feels; deceit the guilty lips impart, and hush the mandates of the heart; but soul’s interpreters, the eyes, spurn such restraint and scorn disguise.” (Lord Byron) Probe mine. Tell...
