and Francesca, touching as lightly
as his hand on her hip, tentative,
temporary. She is not his to hold
but her mouth is so close, the choice
was made when she wound her arm
around his neck. Maybe he knows
they will freeze forever this way, never
really together or apart. Cold white
marble to capture the Inferno, to feel
the heat of day slide over her skin
and his but never to taste her kiss.
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