The Art of Time Travel
The time we belonged to eachother
Kaliope of sorrow envelops me, dread
as the unknown creeps onto tomorrow
Memories dance around my head
Healing cuming on time borrowed
Each knot of repression, pulled out of my soul
our bodies emit without duress
Torrid obsession Filling our whole
In dim moonlight our souls undress
stars twinkle tarry and streak
anticipation in each breath, our minds in sync
Pharoah moans permeate the air, Lotus flower in full bloom
confirmation drenching those Egyptian cotton sheets, we were in tune
kisses beneath my navel, lips and cheeks, I'm consumed
deep in eachother's eyes as I peak, we were entombed
A Kaliope of sorrow reminiscing of you.
Meta physically tied together in a paragon built for two
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