Confession

I look in your face,

and see the gray stains

against a blue…

You open up,

and I’m dazzled

forever by radiance…

Could I survive

when your fiery lips

touching a  forehead?

And I run and I run

and I run to escape

in the chilled

green house

of yesterday,

as if never coveted

you... .

Yet every day

waking up

in the warmth -

grateful

for knowing

the gate...

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