closer

calling faintly
from the ether,
her enticingly familiar
figure
beckons
and
instills
fear.

the brink of consummation
is the precipice from which we
tumble,
together at first
and then,
rudely,
roughly,
rapidly,
we fall away from
ourselves
and the each other
into shells of distraction and,
(perceived truths?)

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