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They are hypnotizing
There is never enough
My mind is distracted
These words are like a song
Magnificent and simple and layered
Bombarded by the light
Of this striking woman
Supple in form
Arms open wide
Smiling, beckoning me in
Endlessly intoxicating
The warmth is my comfort
Racing heart
There is never enough
Not close enough
There is never enough
My heart is light and my face is dry
Pools of tears fill my eyes
Not close enough
My butterflies are bees now
Embracing them
I hear ringing
All I hear is the bumble before the black.
Kerith Collins 