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Not Even In Love
Connect a spark
Motions begun.
Kinetic affection
Flares bound under sun.
Temperature rising.
Colliding atoms.
From two, ignite.
From too, amends.
Close your eyes.
Black is pitched.
Shut wide is vision
I see you right here.
Connect our spark.
It has begun.
Dead are you now.
Not ever to me.
Soon I shall see
You there in front
Of me.
With eyes still numb.
Oppositions
A play on opposites as a device works wondrously - enjoyed - a bit melancholy, but well said. Always in search of black imagery: "black is pitched" is phenonenal! - allets -