A whisper of breath,
skin brushes skin,
a touch lingers,
barely felt,
yet everything.

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It doesn't always Happen.
Even though it hardly stays still.

Some don't realize its presence


Some will never see that it's passed


Some seem to have no recollection


It's the unbecoming of a star
The deconstruction of a song.

strip your layers back carefully
like old paintings
your gold is revealed

Beauteous
Lovesome
Mighty
You are.