I think the longer we wait
the more of our skin we will shed away
two pools of souls swirling
solidifying what once were
(could have remained)
childish intentions

In that time:
two lips coming too close
the breathe of strangers colliding
invisible microfibers of energy
tickling the soft skin of the other
too strong in character to touch
until what is right is done

and time goes on
can’t help that
but days last a lot longer than they should
than they used to
making the mind wonder
if compromise really is higher than perfect

As we wait
the longer we wait
steps get closer
then the truthful voices will delicately come together
softly, in dimentions past time and existence
and quite the adventure might begin

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(written on computer)