Meet me under the pale and light kiss on the swollen moon—where the gentle touches of the sun’s rays embrace the darkness of it.
Take my hand and dance me away from the burning grasses of our daily existence. I’m exhausted and nearly dying from the slick flames of the city’s hands and mouths—don’t let me die under your touch.
Listen to me, please; just listen to me. Make my tears turn into laughter and surrender your love into my faith. Make me believe I can still live with the little love I have for what’s between us. Hold me over your breath for everybody has breathed out my soul out of their lungs.
Build me a home I won’t be able to escape from; fix me a bed where I can lay down with you. Latch your fingers with mine and whisper to me the words I long to hear.
Please, whisper my name as if it’s a summer paradise you never want to end. Please, tightly pull my body towards you and never let our figures go.
Are you still there, along the lightest roads I’ve ever known? Are you still awake? Are you still with me? It’s in these times that I kneel and raise my hands for you to see. I trust you and I believe you. I search for you and I hope I will find you. Are you still with me, please?
Are you still within me?
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