yes

the hands eager,
fingers kneading, plying
finding space to breath

the fear enfolds
so very well anymore,
the blood being thin

“yes,” he says
and smiling bows,
the weight crushing

more space now
more time to play
time to love

he nods once more
reassuring still or so
he hopes

the steps so quick
back arching, legs tight
grinning deliciously

the eyes sparkle
turning swiftly away
into a finer space

the smile is immense
and more passionate
than ever

when silence descends
the crystals begin to form
like ghosts

the blood thins further
and yet time refuses
to end

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