Desire


Just breathe and peel back my flesh
Eyes will see desire coursing through my veins
That even the blind can read without braille
When silence is left isolated and spoken

'Cause your hands cannot take that which was given
But my lust for you can lend what was taken
When unspoken promises are misunderstood
From the truth of what was needed in the moment

Yet our mouths they speak words
That only the muses can understand
When the last exhale of desire is spent
In the future in the past in the present

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