The soul has much to say
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A sensuous riddle
Reading my mind
probing private thoughts
Leaving your calling card
Nine being the magic number
I too am complete after you've eaten my words
Perhaps have I tasted your fullness before?
You say everything
with your silent screams
Coming and going with ardent intentions
Is my touch so familiar to you?
Wanting to know who you are
Maybe a new discovery awaits me
Then again...will you leave me standing still
as I look into eyes never to be forgotten?
Will you suddenly appear
cloaked in new memories
or possibly be adorned in cloud like reverie
of a bittersweet yesterday?
Stop musing over my words
Start contemplating my flesh and bones
In what would be a sublime twist
...like you once did
A memory
once adrift
Come full circle
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