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Nothing is Quite as Perfect
by Ken HarnischNothing is quite as perfect
As your lips, pressed softly to mine, or your heart
Beating in its cage
Awaiting my embrace
And wondering
When my arms surround you
What frightening and wonderful
Sensations these are
That pass from one soul to another
And never utter a sound
Though in their intent
They say so much
So grandly
There is nothing else
We’ rather hear
This moment in time,
This hour in the universe 09/10/2007 Author's Note: the game continues, M..:)
Posted on 09/10/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
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