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Cloudburst tears seem so real

Brushing trails on window panes

Raw, like making love

Beneath a brushstroked night.

I study her, claim her to memory

Softly teasing my mind's eye

Whispered like a dream

I feel her light.



Beautiful is not enough to paint her

Porcelain skin, perfect by view

And ruby red lips

Baptised by stars of night.

I drown in her eyes

Close enough to feel her

But, lost beyond something more righteous

A fragment touch that claims this empty sky.



She breathes and I lose my own

Waking from dream as her pleasure

Finding nothing more precious

Than the way it feels to touch her face

To swallow her breathing

And to fold myself into a love she gives

From a soul given much more

Than the life that fills him.