September 29, 2010
Your lips are the wet of my blood,
Without them I bleed dust.
Your voice, the rhythm of my soul,
Without it my heartbeat lays in silence.

Your touch, the nerves of my fingertips,
Without it I cannot feel.
Your embrace, the light at my center,
Without it I see only blackness.

Come back to me soon and breathe life into this corpse,
For without you there is nothing.

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