Over-mystified by your presence Somehow too fast to notice The nervous curve of your lips Slightest convulsion of a thought Echoed by your strangely moving Mouth, in pleasure And sweet bitter herbs Of truth (or not) No way Their secret soon must be revealed Of cruelty or tenderness It touches me so deeply .. Painting flowers on your body Spring runs swiftly On the ruins of our town I run for you I'm running too Imagine love can come Their ghosts are chasing Mysteries unfolding graves Letting it go out to the naked sky Souls speak to me They Speak to me They Talk to me Without your breathing here I can't feel my own heartbeat It's trust It's trust of lust And life That's gone too fast ... 30March
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