how is it to be blind to passion?
how is it to be deaf to your souls cries?
so numb, so solid it is like turning into stone
becoming our own prison
where happiness is captive
the energy from you sparks like static when you touch me
and i open myself to you invitingly
and you come in
in to the flame, the desire
and it engulfs you
yet for some reason you are denying us that pleasure
you are afraid
and that fear controls you
in mourning of our love
i wait for it to rise from the ashes
kneeling on the ground
where we stood
aflame
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