A slow intake of breathe

I shall be a lie amidst truth
A heart too full for wanting
A silence too kind and twisting

Harsh breathe slipping in
Awake in the fullness
Filled with bursting
Tensions breaking
Not an ease but the wrecking
Pulled tight past bearing

Quiescent heart you were my reaping
My need a cold wind against burned skin
A balm and pain on pleasures raging edge.

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