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Intangible Taste
The butterfly barricade crumbled to dust
And so did the polished rose glass windows
Longing painted some vivid stains
In an empty bed, drenched with sorrows.
Cloaked in shadows I watched you, afraid.
But, I wanted to know your taste
The night turns dark, I like awake
Sensing your movements, a dangerous grace
Beneath fingertips, like velvet
Upon lips and limbs, in fiery dance
In a night of touch, with you as muse
And the songs I collected like prayers,
Let me offer them, in servitude
Beside your altar, I contemplate
Should I hold my breath, should I wait?
The consuming need won't die away
As I crave for you like one depraved
I lie in suffering, enslaved.
