Awake

SerenWise

I think I could drink in

The sight of you for always,

Your soft gaze alight

And the curve of your lips

Inviting me to taste.

Make a pact with me,

Soul on soul

And dip your hands

Beneath my skin,

Through my ribcage

To touch my weary heart

And hold It,

Like you've held nothing before,

And keep It,

For it might be yours.

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