One

 

 

Two hands gently brush.

Two hands effortlessly touch.

 

Two secrets to hush.

Two secrets too much.

 

Two breaths feel the rush.

Two breaths confined in the hutch.

 

Two sons silken in Blush.

Two sons and the slipping of clutch.

 

Two loves that can’t be one,

Two loves imprisoned by the shun.

Two loves. Lost. With disapproval spun.

 

A journey that can’t be begun.

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