Anticipation of loneliness

Anticipation of loneliness
Holding back the fear
Longing for early closeness
Brush away a tear

In a dim bed, embrace
Time disappears in dark
Soft lips on invisible face
A touch of tongue, a spark

It is enough, no more
Settle onto outstretched arm
Warm breath heats the core
Unspoken spell turns harm

Out there time’s storms rage
Against our barricade of age

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