Holding On
by Charles Kesler

Holding your lovely face,
cupped in my trembling hands,
our eyes to eyes almost one.
All this is the only thing
between me and no me,
between to be and not to be.
This is the question.
And I really hope the answer
is waiting for your return
to hold on to your lovely face
cupped in my trembling hands
our eyes to eyes being one.

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