There is a constant light over my head,
It seems as if the moon is stretching her
Arms out to comfort me
Each time I am lost.
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I walk over to the place we used to visit,
Where laughter filled the rims of each cup,
Flowing over with desire and subdued embraces.
Blue flowers floating on crimson waves
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Forgive me, for my heart died again.
I have had too many of your salted words
The ones you tend to feed me when anger
And pride takes over.
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Leave a trail of your mystical kisses,
When I am parched by summer’s heat,
Bring your sugar-filled whispers close by.
Mark a meeting with the sun and the sky,
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As the day starts to dim into a rainy nocturnal,
I get lost within you,
The corridors of your rapture pulls me beneath.
Your eyes gleam humidly with the melted heat
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A dense oppression circles the air that we breathe.
Beneath all stars our dreams
Are roofed by desert spreads
With no sleep.
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My heart tells me we will meet again,
The silver rain is coming to an end
Which forms an alluring embrace from the
Eloquent sun pressing itself through the captivating sky.
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Take my hand and lead the way,
Enthuse my heart as we enter your chambers
Where shreds of green vines barricade the pathways
Of your flower-covered aperture.
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We sat at the corner of the street,
While the sun gave sweet amber kisses
To embrace our rosy skin.
Cars and trucks raced down the streets
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