In a
Breath,
I love
You to
Death:
I'm
Dying to
Hold
You, to
Feel
You, to
Reach
You, to
Hear
You
Tell me
Like
It is;
And
There's a
Sigh of
Relief
I cannot
Yet
Release
As I
Stretch
Out my
Arms,
Gasping,
Grasping
For
Charms
Hidden
Lockets
Keep safe;
On and
On, I am
Pressed
With the
Weight of
What's
Left of
Your
Smile.

rjw, 12/1/01


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