Posted on Sep 3, 2007
Intertwined
Intertwined with silence
She stares blankly at his mind.
Brushing softly cross her lips
She shudders.
He leans in.
Steals
A kiss?
A glare...
Hands ready
Heart ill prepared.
He tries again
And with clever jest
Tactfully misses
Lips to rest
On hill of rose
With pure delight
He holds her heart
Or does she...
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