Your Touch

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I lie here

raw unadorned

as morning breaks

These first golden hours

Drowning underneath the low sun

Hands that are wandering

Delicate, fingers touch

listening to the faint

whispers of my heart

breaking apart as my

Morning glory

Greets me in

Remembrance

Of you

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Unfold me with

your precious spirit.

Make my heart dance

dance along my skin

as your gifted hands

that unlock my music

within

with your voice that can create fantasies

in my mind.

Come to me

my moon devil,

Let’s make this days

rhythm our own

as you captivate my soul

Published 2 years ago

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