Better Left Unsaid

there are many things

I could say,

there was a moment

in the fading sunlight

of a quiet summer day,

an inner softness revealed,

beauty not seen from the outside,

unguarded, unexpected,

private,

just a passing touch;

but it was enough;

in a different time,

a different place,

another life,

things might have been

very different,

but the time is now,

the place is here,

the life already lived,

but there will always

be that moment;

some things are better

left unsaid;

when you walk into my mind,

the sparks begin anew,

there is a hunger for

everything you,

I want to feel you

from the inside out,

I want to pour out

everything that I am,

I want to explode within you,

I want to be possessed by you,

I want to tell you all that I feel,

but;

some things are better

left unsaid.

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