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Poetry: My fear

by Terri Kleinberg

For a Time

Fear has a taste all its own,

Bitter, copper traces.

But you,

You taste of white wine,

Or sometimes coffee

laced with cream.

Banishes fear

For a time.

Your kisses take me

Somewhere soft, warm.

That won't withstand

The light of day.

It's not fair to you,

Being used like this.

But,

If you will be my haven,

I'll share the light

With you.

For a time.

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