Catapulted from beneath
Your arrival is cataclysmic
Ill-timed and simply immaculate
The cumulative days
Of our symbiotic denial
I've gathered for you
Let's not talk about
How I've hated you for
Consuming me so
I'm still in awe
Of the way your face
Quiets my brain and
Sets fire to my blood
I've set my mind aside
On the off-chance you may want it
Maybe this round
It'll last longer
In your hands.
©noodle
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