When my fingers twisted in yours the heart shrieked
Your whispers become screams of passion
As they travel deep within
Marbles fall on the floor,
the pulse rises when you raise your brows
I arch up to the rhythm floating within four walls
Gazed upon unknowingly by known eyes
Coffee stirring my seemingly empty mind in the cold of silence comfortable
Your presence bathes me
As I soak in the mild voice that utters
To my unheard noise that teases
Red or the roses
Rays or the beam
Notes or music
You or me, can't see who....
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