The face of the feeling
The turn of the corner
The heart once more inspired
The skin on my finger touches gold
My heart touches my thought
And she treads gently through my day
The voice and the laugh
waking me amidst my grind
I want to be lost in her pupils
And found in her voice
From the south of the city cool winds and hunger brew
As the dream of a lonely one solidifies into two
The feeling has a face, one I offer my lips to kiss
The cold corner which is behind me
The warm heart alive because...
The skin on my heart wears love
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