These fingers, almost touching, like breath on your skin
These lips, almost grazing, like whispers in the dark
What do you love, what do you desire
This heart is an organ of fire
There arises a great tempest in the sea but you are asleep
The waves carry my words but they are lost in the deep
Out beyond the waves there’s no turning back
Is it your reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors don’t freeze the lines on your hand
You trace and erase your face in the sand
Naked now your skin is crawling
You sit in your bones looking out from the hill
Face pressed against the window
The snow is melting and the earth is still – NN

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