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I wonder how to handle the red flush of your lips—

their understated pout of unrealized ambition.

Your secrecy (delicate) is overrated.

You live to unleash.

I wonder how to determine the course of you.

Your wildly pungent passion--

a fire fanned only by emotional seduction (creation)

I wonder, will your sweet whispers fall flat on the spike of my tongue?

The flame within you must (often) fiercely raise a beautifully absurd eyebrow

of mine.

I foresee that we will question our inevitable descent

into a shared madness that eludes and overwhelms

in the most visceral and delighted of ways.

I wonder how to handle the mystery—the wit—the quick heat of your gaze.

Truthfully? I hesitate to wander into the depths

of your mercurial mood (and eyes)

lest each of my bones crack

under the weight of your mind's steely unrest.