This dance with such fire,
Threatens to blister
Hands on my skin
hard as a whisper
Breathe life into these limbs
That are craving a reach
beyond anything tangible enough to touch
or to teach.
This luscious dark place of divine intuition
We’re going by feel,
we lack inhibition
Breath captured and lost
A gasp in the dark,
We don’t need a flint,
We encompass the spark
My shadowy smile
Felt more than seen
Anticipate where
Your lips will have been
Use my skin as a canvas
A place to inspire
This allegory of truth,
The art of desire
We won’t notice the dawn
We’re outside of time
This is no place for reason
And barely for rhyme.
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