Slow trembling hands
Hold faces,
In the darkness
Though very much in light
Whispered words
flow from lips
like wine from the box
up on the shelf.
Am I right for feeling?
Am I wrong for what
I feel?
Apologies form
from embarrassment
Perhaps shame.
Who knows?
Love spews like water
from the sky
From their eyes
and for once
Perhaps for all
They are content.
They are in love.
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