Her

Hot kiss in the cold rain.
A steady beat of a pulsing vein.
The fearful calm of the never the same.
The sweet aftertaste of your whispered name. 
Two extremes inside one heart. 
Living in the bewitched twilight of the after dark. 
Made a little brighter by this perfect counterpart.
This perfect flame started by a lover's spark.
The relearning of what it means to mean. 
Finding the greatest things on earth in the in between. 
It's the transition of real life into a dream.
The infusion of love in this neglected bloodstream. 
The perfect play of light on the perfect pair of eyes.
The look of which expels the bitter taste of goodbyes. 
It's the safety rope for the deepest self dug holes.
Shes a harbinger of love, the savior of souls. 
The North Star, that brightest bit of day.
That little feeling inside of you so you never lose your way. 
A radiant hope in this desperate living death.
Every inch of her a place to catch your breath. 
Made of the stuff of heaven, part blind trust
and perfect mixture of both love and lust.
It all boils and burns into left with only this...
A simple hot kiss,
in a cold rain.
With love flowing in every vein.

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