the last few notes faded from the air lingering in our thoughts the constant pressure of your hand in mine the feel of silk against my cheek was I crying? somehow strings, across carved wood transformed the evening no longer a simple symphony between friends a shared experience opening me up to the belief beyond the surface profane a sacred emotion rested within the sound of linen crushing against me as the scent of you filled my space then you smile, turn to me, eyes stare into mine no words can amount to what must be said the moment, the evening, the resolution would have to wait.
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