I had seen an ocean in your eyes,
and the river had flown through my heart;
I had felt a storm in your breath,
when you touched me soft, wet, like earth.
There was a little pulse, a little life
between you and me;
not enough to hold you back,
just enough not to let you go.
When evening was balm on senses,
and your voice soft and musical;
one death drew me towards you.
There, in a kiss was our shame
and glory in a tear in love for you.
There was a little pulse and a little life
between you and me still;
just enough to hold you back,
and just enough to let you go.
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