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Shaken

come see me
come and take me there with you
down the drain
to the sink
where we felt each others hands
where we looked each other
one another
in the eyes
and our breath became
sentences

shivering cold
wrapped in warm from the water
with visions of light and the
shine and the clutter
you held me close

it was the post on the lake
the concrete
buildings
rising up to the beach
the silver flash of the tower
and the crash
on the street
and we held hands

she couldn't help her figure
trapped in my gaze
i was helpless
to the thought
of her insights
and in lights
we stopped and took photographs
of what it took
to make it work

I was shook
and shaken