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Mar 2017
I find your deepest comfort
in the loneliest of nights,
I open my eyes to a smile
and it relinquishes the hurt.
The street cars whistle a tune
that echoes on the pavement,
I let my body sway freely
like the light from the moon.
I run my hands across your face
to pull you in for a gentle kiss,
my fingers rest on your chin
and against your beautiful lips.
The street cars seem to circle us
like a shark to a lone swimmer,
I blink in sync to your heart
and the cars shine a light on us.
You look majestically beautiful
enlightened by the headlights,
I dance around you like the air
was breathing a symphonic musical.
I breathe in tandem to the light
that flutters off your face,
I want you to hold me in your arms
and tell me that you are mine.

The street cars go silent
nothing but your heartbeat
nothing but my heartbeat
and they both sing like sirens.
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