Maybe if,
I stay right here,
with all the masks off and on my knees,
with your scars guiding my lips in the dark,
I could kiss and coax hope,
down past your belly,
to that place between your fears.
Maybe if
I whisper loud enough to break the silence,
loud enough to shatter the distance and start a fire.
I'll burn away the uncertainty
and replace it with desire.
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