New Feelings

a steady glance
that turns to stare
touch of your breath
wisp of your hand

the feeling inside you
turns to fear

the touch of your hand
and the wisp of your breath
earns a steady stare
goes to glance

you embrace me now
as I let go of fear

the thought of a kiss
taste of your lips
a steady glance
that turns to stare

by Geoffrey Flores

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