A love full of words

strung together like flowers in blind hands

or like dew drops on the electric line

shimmering in street lights

or like the animated picture of waterfalls

sitting in an underground cellar touching 44 F

Parched throat , sweaty hands

Just as impossible to touch the words

even if they touch me

or utterly unattainable as I wanted it to be

Safety of desiring the one who

can never be mine and hurt me.

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