The peace with which
you weigh each word
to give me sermons
best and pure.

The throttle off,
you thrill me still –
because you do.
There’s nothing more.

Myself explained
itself to you
so long ago,
no questions asked.

The girl with words
to fill the seas
brought to her knees
without her mask.

She does not plea,
but prays to you,
to show you thanks
for what you’ve done.

Between us nothing
left unsaid
because for both
the battle’s won.


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