Sometimes Love Deceives
when i close my eyes
your memory seeps
with the remora of mind
i can feel your breath
sigh with night's air
as the draught from your stare
allures me in the depths
of your umber eyes
the horripilation of flesh
erupts beneath your touch
as i rise and fall
within the cimmerian shade
that night often brings
i awake
trembling
in mind's glimpse
yet you still linger
in the corner
of bluest depths
trickling
down
like soft rain
upon my lips
as memories
seep
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