Omnia Vinicit Amor
prose and poetry of Joshua Labajo
Monday, 16 February 2015
To Fall
She looked,
I gasped.
Not my mouth
but my thoughts.
She asked,
I tensed.
Not my body
but my mind.
She smiled,
I died.
Not my life
but my sense.
We kissed,
I stopped.
Not my lips
but my heart.
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