In Awe
in awe of wonderment
suspended
where heart beats linger
it has been said
"the air tonight is so thick with angst"
but of what, will or will not
happen tommorow
fingers rapidly weave
as dark taps upon the window
you looking out, I looking in
there's beauty amid all the apprehension
wayward limbs grasping reality
stars stroking the midnight sky
we come alive
if only in each other's eyes
barefoot in a penthouse dream
silence caressing desire
lips draping the glow of the moon
hushed breaths blush
back away from the blue
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