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Branch of Passion
by
Shayla Price
It's when our hands softly touch one another's
by accidental chance.
You pull me ever so gently
into your warm embracement,
while I stay glaring into those beautiful evening sunsets.
Like clockwork we slowly tilt our heads
and move closer, closer and closer together.
Suddenly, I taste this sweet, divine fruit.
Delicious and ripe.
Hesitant to pull back; I take my final nibble.
Eyes shut I feel leaves run down my face.
As they open...
I
see
my
tree
of
LOVE.
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