i twist
i turn
i beg
i yearn
for a simple explanation
something to solve this complex consternation
the burning lucidity of your gaze
has set my mind afire, dancing in a maze
the touch of your palm upon my face
the path your fingertips incessantly trace
your lips, they search for mine
from my cheek, they follow and are able to find
my own.
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