In your presence
I connect with a dangerous song
I want to drift with you along
The dark haze
Plunging into deep caves
Lust pushes and pushes
You become a must
To have, to hold, to behold
The golden gaze
Clears the edges of my wellformed
Precipices in the mind
Icicles grow against your chest
Recalling the words I am blessed
Yours presence stirs the internal whirlpool
of desire
I am pulled under
through drifts of snow
clouding my visions of between
You and me cannot be seen.
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