to shake the dark of you
dancing between shades of blue
green like hallways
eyes of rapid lightning
to feel your beat
upon my knees
touch of your hands
blood from my past
i hear your voice
shadows at night
hurdles down halls
which used to be mine
as you drain my life
from vine to vine
floating on time
touching what used to taste of fine wine
passion lingers
it feels of hunger
what’d we do to feel the warmth
as we did
a few years yonder
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