Soaked with your thought

You walk my epithelial

Beat caused to waver

I fell in your skies.

Wander in your eyes

Wade on sacred ground

Perplexed in your shadow

Lost on your winds.

A rain of shivers

Roots tremble in thy fever

Sparks caught in cold

You lit my unconscious.

Rivulet down my throat

In steps of fallen water

Thirst in breath aches

Written on seams of air we became.

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