Poetry of a Conlanger

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Colon Hyphen Asterisk

Hanging on the edge,
My pulse in my legs
And my heart on my lips.

Right now, I couldn’t move if I tried.

And then I am free again,
Moving by some yearning force

All hesitation gone,
We are the only people in the room.

A moment of contact

And my hopes take flight.


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