Kärleksillusioner
"Stay with me. Look at me. Touch me. Dance with me."
Through cracked mirrors I saw your bright red rubies join the shiny razor.
Your despair. ... Your smile? Your happiness? A cryptic text for me to read.
Light feet, tangled hair.
So far away, so close. For real. Translucent but yet so firm and strong.
So beautiful, so diffuse.
Sweeping steps, parried, tempting, misleading, frightening. An inviting hand.
Close together, two in one.
You. You were.
Are you still there?
// Persika
21/3 -10
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