he whispered softly
& parted my shirt shouldering 
along together in bosom - thine heart,
so we began conversing
how the thunder - tongued voices
want to embittered our cordial relations 

but then...

our cordiality is like a breathing,
at the same time breathe familiarity
with fondness from cheek to cheek.

let our fraternity flirt –
seizing moment of frights

perhaps our togetherness live
in a pace where angst never leave!

— AfeezWrites.


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