Smother
Slip the glove onto my skin,
Touch my skin please,
For your warmth I yearn,
This glove that has barricaded my soul,
Has left me unattached,
Leaving me and you strangers,
You stand next to me,
But the essence of you I do not sense,
Rain falls on my face but my skin stays dry like the Nile,
This votive glove you have given me without malice,
Has forfeit my life into the lonely wolf,
Walking through the snow unable to feel the cold crysta flakesl,
Protection is your gift but solitude is the curse,
At dawn I can not longer enjoy the gentle wind
As it use to kiss upon my face,
And sound of music is heard
But can not longer enter my soul,
Kiss me
The passion of your kiss is now a memory,
Falling into darkness I search for you
But I can no longer feel your hand
If you are there then leave me in darkness,
For this has left me blind
This glove that is now permanent ink on my skin,,
Has stolen you from me
Leaving me and you strangers...........
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