Unfinished Symphony

The shifting shadows in your eyes, the watchful whispers in my touch

The silent swell of your cheekbone, the clamouring creases of my palm

The nervous hollow of your throat, the sure fullness of my lips

The abyss behind your ear, the dogged resolve of my nose

The lazy silk of your neck, the jagged mist of my breath

The shrine of your smile, the pilgrimage of my fingertip

The curves of your back, the curves of my front

The song from your depths, the echoes at my fringes

The careful tautness of your boundaries, the reckless fluidity of mine

The drying moat of your doubt, the patient bridge of my longing

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