Again, another self-imposed silence.
Not out of spite or any misconduct,
as everything I've built you up to be
is still true, since the virtual artifice
is the only forum we have.
One day -- nay, two --
we shared a sleeping place.
So innocently guised,
a brother cradling sis'
while she fell into another realm --
but t'was not half so innocent,
for we'd enveloped one another
in our personas,
allowed each other to leap
from stranger to lover
in a single night --
Nay, a single breath,
as pheremones linked our bodies
long before slothful minds
could catch up.
How long can the chains
of society and etiquette
resist our magnetic pull?
'Tis true,
was the same with he before,
but time healed wounds
and silence passion in those days.
Will it again?
Not out of spite or any misconduct,
as everything I've built you up to be
is still true, since the virtual artifice
is the only forum we have.
One day -- nay, two --
we shared a sleeping place.
So innocently guised,
a brother cradling sis'
while she fell into another realm --
but t'was not half so innocent,
for we'd enveloped one another
in our personas,
allowed each other to leap
from stranger to lover
in a single night --
Nay, a single breath,
as pheremones linked our bodies
long before slothful minds
could catch up.
How long can the chains
of society and etiquette
resist our magnetic pull?
'Tis true,
was the same with he before,
but time healed wounds
and silence passion in those days.
Will it again?
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