platonic
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Long lost lovers reunite at break
A world free from woes, a world without pain.
From every passing night to every blooming day,
The warmth of the sun distants itself from the age.
I told you I was sorry.
You thought I was lying.
But it might have been the first true thing we've said to each other in months.
I was sorry.
I was sorry you thought I would put up with the worry.
We meet by happenstance, fate
And I cannot imagine different
The way we both create
Led to our genesis
To each their own stumbling path
Set out for us by our own choosing
I am frustrated with these conventions
Which dictate love and romance.
Namely, assuming that warmth and adoration
Must necessarily be an amorous advance.
I don't like to confuse;
I'm not being coy.
me
you owe it to yourself
you owe this to yourself
you deserve this
you can let yourself have this
you can say it to yourself
for now, that's enough
you don't need to say it to anyone ele
the privilege of touchinganother person’s bodyconnecting skinto skin thisis the gift of aphroditesubtletya grace in touchingfingertip to palmhead to necklips to hand this poetry of silencebridge between solitudeand something bettermingling of
To envision, imagine the world like fusion as thee life unfolds a dragon,
To speak no evil to hear is good and we only did what we could,
The world, dark cold bleak is like a pearl blackened from the deep,
