There is a place where we can’t meet
Where your face remains unknown
It is the time when I’m alone
It is a place where silence stands
Muses holding creative reprimands
It is there where I turn from cheek to cheek
Longing for the words you speak
But in this place, organically grown,
Is a haven for me to be completely alone
It is a place that refuses other’s hands
It holds me darkly to meet its demands
It is there where my rivers peak
Giving me the words that I must speak
I can’t deny, I can’t erase
The billowing spirit
from your face
Emanating fiercely
From your own within
Reaching through
waters forbidden
I like this one too.
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