I have not even cast one spell
of warm embraces
and traces of my hands
of the stringed muse
since you touched me
I have only thought of the loneliness
Stirred within me like the droplets of
confusion on their faces
when they see me in places
frozen, lips still pursed, in a trance
and I am immersed in this slew of emotions
they say to ebb and flow since
that is all I am really able to do from this
handicapped position in the stables of
this vortex
and all I ask is for a little more time
a little more space on which we may dwell
together
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