You scrape the silence with your satin tongue
Tearing my sanctity-sanity
From this fruitless
grasp.
I can taste you in my sleep
Ghosting fingers on my wrists
Painting
thoughts
Upon the undulations of my flesh
Against my skin,
Your voice is a murmur.
Lulling me softly-into
youMy sins fall crystal from my eyes
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