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Roused For Our Rendezvous
To go as promptly
As longing can.
Two sparked feeling-forms.
A lightning storm's!
Held back, no more, in
Waiting for it.
Fear, overcautious
To be nauseous.
Frustrates, does ever
And heart and soul
The real self; of Love
Sanctified above.
Copyright ©
James Watkin
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