B. I. S. C. Miranda Poetry
Friday, March 9, 2018
Intimacy
I saw it.
The only opportunity,
the modest moment when
guards can be ungirded--
when fears could be forgot.
Then it passed.
Hidden only in hope
that one day,
I may see you.
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