To August

A small passage from my new novel, out September 8th:


Worlds meet softly

Two hands holding

Time stands still

Only for us

Walking on knife edge

Striking a balance

Watching stars die

We two stand alone

I cling to you and only find

A new and different state of mind

Blood is rising, eyes go blind

And I see fate betwixt and twined

So we reach farther, never tiring

Stealing new heights, breath expiring

Stay close to me

Be part of me

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