Cold Compressed Crystals, From Light Cards Series
Unable to deceive you--
not that I wish to hide some dark truth--
but fears are so private,
and you read me like an MGM Marquee....
Too easily you expose me,
send me stumbling
against mirror walls, shattering images....
Your lips over the sharp edges,
miraculously uncut,
with warm kisses you raise me
from cold, compressed crystals....
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