Your eyes steal you away:
the steely prison of the moment
cannot stop your escape.
Baggage remains unclaimed,
discarded, abandoned,
shed in the journey
beyond this moment.
The shadow of a kiss
stays, soft and silent,
imprinted on your lips
like unspoken words
held back for fear
of losing them.
The moment has stolen you
in its moon tide;
sails,
winged with wind,
draw you distant
to the echo
of a sound
yet to be made.
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