Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Climb

Rendezvous scheduled and planned
Not to a far distant shore
Hair tangled in my hand
Never got past the front door
Breath, speeding and slowing
Causing fire in its wake
The path it etches is flowing
Making me tremble and quake
Heartbeats echo each other
Racing to beat in time
Ascending higher and further
Till there's nowhere left to climb
I've found heaven in your arms
Together we're safe from all harm

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