Presence
your touch electrocutes me
breathless and mortal with desire
exploding down my spine
heart arrested by your gesture
toward me you move
in white silence
adagio of light luminous
fugue of my passion, reflected
in your eyes
there was a time
when only music could move me
to a place beyond simple fascination
passion translucent
divine
something smug
in the figure of my smile
no, only when you’re in the room
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