She Is The Same


She can see through your dark,

her hands sliding up your hips,

she’s the heat of the fire, that inner spark,

as you trace her sweet soft lips,

she whispers you into the dawn,

let it go, let those walls fall down,

touches of her fingertips slip through your skin,

you believe for a moment, your fear is gone,

She’s an angel who cut away her own wings,

you listen for the songs she sings,

her sugared lips beneath her halo,

there in the wind, will she gently blow

lips upon a flickering flame,

inside your heart her name,

all over…again,

She is





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