"Ah, lover and perfect equal!"
Where do you roam?
Too many entanglements
Between us
And they grow
As our hairs slowly fall.
With no proof of your
existence
I have a fire, humble, burning
As you roam and the entanglements grow
more complex.
At odd times in the dark,
I feel a flutter
in the pit of my stomach,
a slow song in my heart.
"Ah, lover and perfect equal!"
Keep my space vacant-
That vessel.
Music, beauty and subtle
utterances
will make us collide.
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