Early Spring

In the tormenting night, where the names disappear
While you play your delicious routine,
I can happily die when your eyes are so near
And my tongue probes the silk of your skin.

You were one of the many, but brighter than most,
I myself might as well not exist,
And your vision will haunt me like merciless ghost
When the joy and the wonder have ceased.


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