the glacial pace of your heartbeat
makes me tremble with anticipation
speeding up with every breath you expel
causing my hair to stand on end.
there's just no chance of us staying up
until past four, that witching hour
when nothing productive occurs
yet everything we do then has
a certain je ne sais quoi.
leaving things unsaid is my modus operandi
but sometimes i don't want to leave things up to chance
sometimes i want to just tell you and let things happen
i don't want to risk losing you before i even have you.
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