Impromptu
Her mouth wouldn’t listen to his,
And so
He kissed her hair.
Stepped back,
Appalled,
She turned her eyes away
But not repulsed.
Her red burning face
Took the beat of her blood
And drained her heart.
He held her
She held back
Then he let go
And so did she
The gold, burning night, died the fire low, as morning whispered silently its light.
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