Storm the gates

In the spaces you are, I find joy.  Your smile upturned, makes my heart beat faster, and only restraint keeps me from kissing you.

I want you as one cast out who seeks redemption in your heaven.
Even my private sanctuaries are empty without you. I am not unaware of your broken places.  I merely see them as the first flowers of beauty.

My ability to contain myself is coming to a ragged end. I must speak, even in this obscure forum, else lose my heart completely.

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