Tipping Point

He stands a foot taller
and outweighs her
by a hundred pounds.
But when she turns her face to his
and places the tips of her fingers
on the back of his neck
he bends low to reach her.
In that moment,
he will follow her anywhere.
In that moment,
he looks in her eyes
and forever seems
far
too
short
a
time.

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