within your parallel lines.
Inside my mind,
I am alone.
But being surrounded
by my seclusion,
does not mean
I do not know beauty.
My rainbows are not black,
my music cries no tears,
my flowers are unblemished,
and my bread is pure.
When I feel your touch,
I feel it
for what it is,
skin on skin.
My soul, my spirit;
circular vertical shadows,
and if I smile
into your eyes,
it is with my love
that I love you.

























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