I sing odes to you
Though you'll never hear
How my lips pine for your taste
How my body longs for your breath .
A mystery you are to me
When you wanted me
When I ran wanton and free.
But now that you caught me in your gilded cage,
What song must I sing
To make you dream of me again?
The slightest graze of your fingers
Burn me endlessly.
Your gaze strip me unbearably
My heart you had taken completely.
Now I shiver in this palace you built me
Walls of glass, my couches draped with silk.
Though the hearth burns with the bluest flames
You have yet to favor me
With a complete minute
Of you and I
Alone.
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