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She sees through my walls like panes of glass
Her eyes in the sunlight
Warm honey with a glaze of emerald

She is a package stamped with fragile 
But tied up, entangled in frayed string and twine
Perfectly flawed, a manicured mess

She is patience and I am indulgence
Glances and stares that define longing
Smirks and smiles betray us

She is electricity
My skin aware of her presence 
Like the air before a summer lightning storm

She is a labyrinthine novel
Captivating by the first chapter
With pages dog-eared by careless readers

She knows the clock will not cooperate
Time is the current of a subterranean river
From this height I don't even see the ground

She brings the end I don't have strength for
When I am grasping at her coat
Always hoping for a few more moments