We stood
closing in the dry air
I picked up your ardor
across the still floor
Pupils set to fill
of residing curiosity
one second longer
three seconds felt shorter
of you
Right mind
could only coherent to one
I felt your connection
to another
to another
pure vehemence
subtle endurance
Five seconds
Six seconds should halt,
if it hurts one's possession
the look of love only torments, now
Still I ground myself towards your direction
you are made of only love
raging emotions
reigning in motion
—
—
your eyes set to complete adoration
Take it in
Breathe it all
I ground myself still
'Cause silence is never quiet -
We stood
time filled the dry air
I brooded over your deep set ardor
Across the now colder floor
For you
It was not me
It was not me
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