Splayed like spent parachutes on the hillside, the
terror of new love mixing with the terror I
employ to make sure she huddles close in
peaceful embraces and playful teasing, with a
hand held for a brief second, a touch
and a spark, and we knew, as our hearts sped up,
now we would not be two lonely drops in a lake
inching to and fro, but a river, connected at
every point, becoming one: true star-cross'd lovers.

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