I want you,
Closer than my skin,
As after a fever,
It breathes
with weary beads
Of salvation
I want you,
Closer than my breath
When winter sings
To trees,
Melancholy notes
And whispers
vowels of silence
I want you,
Closer than my pulse
In veins eager to embrace
The quickest race of a
Heartbeat
Of momentary thought
I want you,
Closer than my thoughts
When driving through
naked roads
Of sought dignity,
As moonlight kneels
Before a dawn prayer
I want you
Closer than my dreams
Where we first met
With lips so sweet
Of marshmallows in cream,
Fingers licked clean
I want you

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