A jump, a startle, the feeling of falling;
The pounding, those eyes, that look that keeps calling
Me forward, closer, to the press of his fingertips,
Press of his chest, the press of his lips;
His grip, his movements, his dive, and his deal;
Laced and locked and learning to heal;
Twisting and turning, the fall, a new leaf;
Pressure, pressing, presuming relief.
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