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Light speed


Slow, when it

Is compared

To how quickly love comes inbound.

A mind cannot

Think as

Fast as a heart can bleed – breakneck speed

It freefalls

Beyond where you can catch it.

We try to

Convince ourselves that we have

Control. Tiptoeing

Among the kisses and the brushes of the

Fingertips. Like disregarding a flower

Without realising you’re being intoxicated

By its fragrance.

What was it?

Your voice

Or a whisper bathed in cinema light poured

Like warm chocolate into my ear?

Was it

How you say my name

Or when you raise your eyebrows and call me “Mr?”

Was it

How you looked sat beside me beneath the chandelier

Or the look you tried to hide when you felt

Your own heart begin to



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