If I could feel your words, they'd be a blush upon my cheek; Tender and sleek,
Tongue tied, mouth too dry to speak,
Push play and repeat.... Over, and over, and over...
... My God, Goddess, Brahma and Vishnu,
I'm birthed of every life I've ever lived, having never kissed you,
Always so close, so far. Torturous, wondrous. Living, breathing, on two different planes,
You're paper to me,
A platform of nothing concrete...
A pretty illusion. Words spun from a heart of gold,
We dance in an alternate reality, where we can never touch or hold,
The music simply dies. We bend, we fold