When she kissed my lips
I smelt the first drops of rain
Upon parched earth.
When she delved deep into my eyes
Locking hands over her head
Scrutinizing my pupils,
I felt a silent scissors
working its way through my heart.
When the curves of her body
stood asymptotic to that of mine,
within me rattled a compass needle
hemmed between two bar magnets.
As the passion worked up to the crest of a wave,
Her face assumed a tint in expectancy.
As she receded in some fear unknown,
I saw in her a river
Sinking to its source from cape
For fear of confluence.
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