lift
from the blur your sharp hazel
eyes.
Infinite, hollow innuendos
suspend
the formless fiction of
love.
Curves correspond and
rift
in symmetry, like flower
pedals.
Time loses its context and
upends
into the eternal and
ephemeral,
remiss to
all
who watch us
kiss.
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Please make suggestions and criticisms, I feel this needs revision but am not sure what to do.

