I hear you whisper
of all the places
so beautiful
and so dangerous
for you and I to go-
then you smile.
That smile makes me
dance a dance to you
named for you
for I am unafraid
to be the fool
that hurts your stomach.
You know how it will go
in the end
to worry is a waste.
Yet I too am afraid
of the dark.
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