when you leave a part of you remains
scents from where you've been
the aroma of you hair
weightless on the air
i still hear the sweet sounds
from your mouth when you're not around
even though you don't know, I'm there
the coolness on your skin before bed
deep inside your blue-green eyes
the chained virgin of your wild side
you want what I'm not
a spirit fierce and whole
unskilled in light of your lies
the majesty of your feral eyes
just down the old wooden dock
could be the perfect spot
dancing in each others arms
to the sounds of the night
the moon and her modest light
Then the clouds open up
heavens waters unchained
we sit beleaguered again
so many spirits undressed
before we really know
to fight for what really matters
someday you will tell me
to fight for what really matters
our hearts are far apart
the grand road toward meant to be
where you once were meant for me
swallowed in God's great sea
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