You fill my soul with music.
Serenade me
Penetrate
My heart with strangeness.
New sensations.
Manipulations.
The softest kind.
I left behind
The memories from when
I was blind.
Lock me in a chamber
Where I will remember
The coldest December
Before I was yours.
Every time it pours
I'm reminded of the doors
That I can not walk through
To leave and get to you.
And in your absence,
The merciless distance
Mocks our resistance.
I'm hearing it now.
I miss the sound
Of the touch of your lips
On my fingertips.
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