Friday, March 30, 2012


Paths cross
Too early. Too late.
Too this. Too that.
Eyes meet, a spark across the emptiness
Pupils dilate, hearts flutter
Necks pulse, flush pink
Time slows

And in that brief instant a choice be made:
To pause, to turn, to embrace
The chance of life's love
Or continue on, fate be damned

Are you so certain against all signs
You control the path of your entire destiny
That you will not lay your hand in mine?

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