As Our Flesh Connected,
Our souls began to dance.

Your voice so sweet as you yell.
Touching me with your freshly unusual scented aura.
Every time I’d roll my eyes over I would hear a bell,
And I would sense that uncomfortable horror.

Then you would leave after the tenth touch.
Abruptly you would leave at the peak of the mountain top.
I would cry as I hear the rain go drip drop,
And the old man with his black and white keys,
Would express his laughter out loud.

The beauty in which belong to our love has,
Faded with the autumn day. I’d hope you come back,
And  steal my prayer away. Sensitivity in your
Light, to bask in your presence before the,
Midnight.

Let’s dance, I told my spirit until your,
Return. Heartache longs after death until,
My soul learns. I intertwine with the rain,
An danced with the vines. I felt the,
Touch it’s you again. Your heart and mine.

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