An abundance of warmth held
Each tip of your finger
Drenched in water, here
Try closer, stay
Linger above me
The windows are open, here
Try closer— leveraged
Each breath of your mouth
Feeling sounds of song
Drown in your sorrows, I
Reached back to no return
Barrels made of hearts
Each stone cold pressed
Moves you make, stay
Distance reaches your brain
No need to keep it vain
Hedonistic in faiths,
My bridges slowly burning
A glow of red hot, steaming
Fire like omega suns
Ways to center; I’ve reached
The beginning of a bang
Linger below me
Slip, slip, slip away
Each tip of your finger
Fire, red, hot
Turned over and flipped
Earthly news of skins
Presently formed
Your sorrows mine and thick
The windows remain ajar
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