I hear your irregular heartbeat in the cages of my tightly wound, secured chest tonight.
The echo of your whispers make the spaces between my ears feel full like a wedding guest through buffets of "I love you" and "I want you".
But here you are, shameless, your memory blocks the double doors to my fretful mind with your piercing blue gaze.
"Do you want to?" Gone so far as to licking the glaciers in the North, I, guilty, agreed.
We lay in silence instead. how did we already know something so reckless could never be beautiful?
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