Looking Out
 
Here I am looking out at love
Not close enough to touch
But close enough to feel
It enters my body as if it were real
 
I see its passion as it moves
Its thrilling caresses
Its zealous faces  
As if they were my own
 
From behind the bushes
I can see everything
As if I were there
 
From behind the bushes
I can see everything
I can even see
My fear of love

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