Before I Tell Them

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Just the taste

of their lips

Just the feeling

of their cheek

Some feelings imagined

Some very real

Held apart

from them

like chaining

me down

With them

I grow wings

soar with joy

defend with servitude

loyalty to the death

Their eyes

whether jaded

or soft with concern

I stare into the depths

fall further in love

I bite my tongue

shy away

unlike me

I pick up

the sword

ride off

I know truly

I'll get

myself killed

before I tell them.

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