Conscience clear,
even circumspect,
no hidden motives,
just a desire for closeness,
an intimacy only two
can share, and yet
even as you approach
I feel my waters
clouding, doubts
scurrying across
surfaces…
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Conscience clear,
even circumspect,
no hidden motives,
just a desire for closeness,
an intimacy only two
can share, and yet
even as you approach
I feel my waters
clouding, doubts
scurrying across
surfaces…
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beautiful! good work vj! xxx
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Thank you!
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Wonderful !
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Thank you!
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I love the slight hint of something that’s not all as it seems just gently ebbing underneath, the water that’s not so clear. Beautifully written.x
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Thanks – we are never fully aware of the currents that run beneath.
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I have known this, it sure speaks to the heart
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Glad you could relate.
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