Feeling my fettered heartstrings,
Velvet lips can't nourish all their gentle fibers.

Instead the touch fragrance hair tufts transcribers,
The wisps knitting her lids flitting my wings,
Fierce ride, curved my floored felt scar into playthings.

A wound no-feet long, untraceable inscribers,
Who cut miles deep, hellish hateful imbibers.

Laugh, you dressing gashed daylight under the rings,
Of your fingertips, for we were one in the same.

Neither caress nor touch nor glance,
Overlapped either pining silhouette's frame.

But now it's not the same.

Now caress and touch and glance,
Are all within our flame.