For you
When I breathe in?
You, sigh...
For me for you
For you: for me.
Behind these silences
A drawbridge
Of hopes, rises
And then... falls.
Each, pause
Reaches its
Extremity its
Counter demand.
Every pore!
A moments needing,
For you for me
For me: for you.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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