ACT I { iii }

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Your skin is bronzed

Brilliantly and eternally sunkissed it is

So that when I grasp your hand or trace (kiss too)

Between your shoulder blades or the

Hollow spot beneath your throat and make you shiver

I feel your heat burning like a thousand everlasting suns

Radiating through me.

And in the early ages of dawn and day

When I am cocooned between your arms

Like an infant held by its mother

I feel that everlasting warmth

And I know that I am safe.

You're my tether to this world, so why am I not yours?



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