She wore black and red
with long dark brown hair
that took only a moment to view.
Eyes that sparkled
above lips
that spoke without parting…
do you approve?
Nervous anticipation
she was trying to move
from full attention.
A moment perceptible
as intermediate
between past and future.
Her past,
my past…
our future.
Our innocents reborn within each other.
Come here,
let me touch you.
It seemed like one step
maybe more.
I’m not sure the door had closed.
My world was moving toward me.
My hand was stopped on her skin.
My commitment and love was not.
How do I love thee?
I never counted the ways.
How long have I loved thee?
In the existence of all my lives.
How far do I love thee?
Beyond where infinite becomes finite
and time hasn’t reached
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Submission Name: open door(rev)
