once bitten twice shy but the beauty is beyond fear.
by Another Name, the gentleness, the wish to watch, lean close.
Oh a movement around sharper reflections and light and lines but inside something worth the sideways glance,
the moving, bending, almost dancing.
To swim with this, to float with this.
To dream Sweet Deep Dreams of Blue.
To wake to an orange glow of a sunrise, shimmering and a touch like a whisper.
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