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Mirrors of my life
Reflections of my past
Course through my body in waves.
Your touch on my hand
Is electric -
Heating my blood
To molten lava,
Opening doors
I have left closed for too long.
The world you inhabit is not mine
Enchained by your thoughts,
Distant from the wellspring of life,
By your barriers, your inner guards, your far frontiers.
As I lie in the embrace of your arms
I know
That your eyes
Do not see beyond the sound of my pleasure.
Only your skin recognizes the truth –
Your soul in your fingertips
Touches mine.
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