Devil-May-Care Touches
Devil-may-care touches
sliding along my chest.
To my heart he clutches'
it's there he's made his nest.
The awkward beat of this dance,
the beating of my heart.
More than just a passing glance,
the two will never part.
The grip grows tighter
until I no longer feel,
my body grows lighter,
throat closes, ending this spiel.
The end of the road awaits,
it grows near with my fading soul.
The result of our intertwined fates
culiminating, making us whole.
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