My pulse is heated to pace with yours
So far yet into the heart
Through night-shut curtains and closed doors
My lines weave into your chart
I pace through silence and open space
To close the distance between
My heart a bet in a headlong race
With time as ever so mean
I'll brace for waiting no matter what
A clean space-time for a foe
A longing tied in a safeguard knot
A sweetness mingled with woe.
Springtime rendez-vous
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