i blossom
in the light of your smile
your eyes dance
flicking a switch in my brain
electrons start bumping into neutrons
my grid of thought becomes
a topsy turvy kaleidoscope of emotion
brilliant words now suddenly nonsense
a veil of questions
covers all life’s answers
but then
what is there left to say
except
do not touch me
i fear
there might be a spark
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'blonde desire' by shyrl topp matias
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