First to Move, Lost.

She raised up her chin,
As though to balance
Her precious fingers,
In thoughtful contemplation.

He leaned in to kiss
The edge of her thoughts,
But was justly stopped,
By the frown upon her lips.

So two did they sit,
A duet so filled
With wary silence
Of the bone-deep awareness,
That the first to move would lose.


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