Pact

Soft words falling
Like dust from a
Limestone sphinx,
Eyes prowling
For acceptance,

The wondering,
The intrigue,
These newly found lullabies
Sashaying through silence
And murmuring pasts,

Green dreams uniting
To purr at the moon,
Promises golden,
All passionate pausing
And heartfelt release,

This old teenage pact.

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