Exemplary concealment of emotion;
the biometric paradigm shift as passkey
yields to fingerprint recognition; to
curdled milk on the tongue.

You are young,
and I am younger;
so let’s regain our
strong composure.

Idled in time,
stepped in rhyme,
to acclimate to
frigid notions of solitude.

You are my spark,
in the darkness of an unlit room.

And kindling cooks your mysteries,
prepared for the long trek into co-dependence.

Mastery over words,
over swords; of heartbeats
and impurities of thought,
could not
our transcendent fire.

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