The heart sings
Dance on marionette strings
Pulled by the touch of a lover,
Dance, dance and discover –
Never displeased by the sight,
Caught, enraptured by delight.
The petals of parted lips
In softest pressure of a kiss,
Enthralled by the desirable need
The juice of which you feed
To satiate the infinite void
The heart which was destroyed.
The quiver of heart strings
The soul’s own plea sings,
Dancing the dance of a lover
Caught in the touch discovered –
By not the wisest ways of the world
But by the heart of petals unfurled.
Forever is this moment in Stolen Time
Forever yours. Forever Mine.
Where there is a brief Hush in Life
That I can truly have You by my Side
Stretched out for Days,
There we will be, hidden from our Fears
There we shall have no use for our Tears.
Tempt the weaker Hearts
Of the bolder Stargazers
Challenging not our Truthless Words
But our Scars.
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