LIKE THE MORNING BREEZE IN THE EARLY SUMMER

YOU COME AND GO SO GENTLY.

 BARELY VISIBLE; 

NEARLY TRANSPARENT.



LITTLE BY LITTLE, 

THE PUZZLING STEPS YOU'VE BEEN LEAVING BEHIND

START FORMING IN MY SENTIMENTAL HEART.


MY HEART IS LIKE

 A CUP OF OVERHEATING DISTILLED-WATER.

THE SURFACE SEEMS STILL AND QUIET,

YET,

JUST ONE GENTLY TOUCH WOULD CAUSE 

THE DRAMATIC EXPLOSION.


WOULD YOU HOLD MY HAND
AND WATCH THE FIREWORKS WITH ME THEN?

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inspired by "Mythbusters", Discovery channel