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You think I could lie there naked
with you
a snap - some silver gelatin
print
or maybe my life has
become too hermetic...

A series of intrusions
such goodness in those
innocent, bemused eyes as to
trick me into giving in.

I'll just trickle on
and profess to nothing
but the combination of
paper and ink.

Only this love, nothing more

There is meaning to this,
this world that is wound through us

The darkest reflection
the lightest moment
they are the same
for we are deep,
our meaning - timeless

We were created for one thing only,
only this love, nothing more.