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fragile things
Attraction is a small and fragile thing.
We started with stolen glances,
in crowded halls, across a coffee shop.
I was glancing (I hoped he was glancing).
It was hard, we lived in a rushed way.
We were on schedules, we had routines.
I had doubts about having a boyfriend
but they fell away, like leaves fall off trees.
I’d been warned, "don’t saddle trouble."
But finally, feeling that we were
deserving of love’s rich value,
we came together,
as marble-hearted sinners,
with the serpent's contempt
for God’s stable order.
Copyright ©
Anais Vionet
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