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New Heights

A Kyrielle Poem

Select a floor, press number four;
Elevator love going up.
Passion and desire build more...
Take me higher than I’ve been before.

Thoughts swirl as my stomach drops -
Suspense over floweth my cup.
Third floor, the cart jerks to a stop...
Take me higher than I’ve been before.

A lady enters, plant in hand.
We move closer - cuddling up.
“Six please.” The plant’s big leaves did span...
Take me higher than I’ve been before.

The doors close again, the cart jerks -
Your arms around me, like a cup.
Buzzer sounds, last floor done. She smirks...
Take me higher than I’ve been before.

Four bells in a row, it's our floor!
Eyes meet - we like being closeup.
Push our way through leaves to the door...
Take me higher than I’ve been before.
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