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From Your Lover's Lips

From your lover's lips

I heard

Your words are

Soft, robed in fine silks

To me

They are

Hard, wearing stone suits

From your lover's lips

I heard

Your touch is

Warm, a dazzling summer sun

To me

It is

Cold, scarlet frost in December's tomb

From your lover's lips

I heard

Your eyes

Shine, melted agates caught in lovely heat

To me

They are

Dull, broken cherts idly sitting in water

From your lover's lips

I heard

Your hands

Move, caught in the wind's caresses

To me

They are

Still, shackled to the dozing clouds

From your lover's lips

I heard

Your kisses are

Many, silver dew drops blown onto flesh

To me

They are

Few, rainfall locked by dry monsoons

From your lover's lips

I heard

Your heart is

Full, a quivering table holding Eros' feast

To me

It is

Empty, a field undressed by famine

From your lover's lips

I know

Your love for me is old

Why then,

Do you

Always find your way home

To me?

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