my first loveish poem...

[glowfreak]

mahogney colored tears stain
the life source
pumping loudly in my conscious
next to the music
softly we grow up
low flames arise
from the sounds
the music burns my thoughts
mind numbing
webs weaved
from touch to touch
starting line
time and patience wins the race
the tree bears fruits of passion
nutrients that flow
from vein to capillary
back to the life source
the music knows
he knows
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