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Parts Of You Defined

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              I
Your voice is an echo
On four empty walls.
It clings to every corner
As it fills empty halls.
It flows through me
While it lingers past hope
And falls upon deaf ears.
It then defies reality
To resurface in dreams.
What was once a whisper
Now echoes my eternity.
              II
Your body is beauty defined.
From the curve down your back
To the chill down your spine.
Your thighs elegantly placed
As your eyes close
Hiding every sight.
You then use your mind to picture me
Painting me from memory
As I draw you with words.
Draw you closer
As I place my hands on your skin
To let you know I’m still there.
Until deeper we crawl beyond these walls.
Forever doesn’t last the night
As our bodies lay there
Entwined together.
             III
Your soul has a purpose
That it has yet to find.
It stumbles as you hold your breath
Rises as our bodies collide.
There is always truth
When looking in the eyes of another.
Some show sorrow
While others see life.
I get captivated when you look at me
Hoping that you see something I don’t.
Discovered something I’ve missed.
As our eyes turn away
We’ll never again see each other’s soul
By the faded looks upon our face.
Our bodies may then shatter
But our souls may embrace.
              IV
My words form off your lips
As the ink dries on this page.
I see the subtle movements
Of your hands,
The way your body shifts
As your ear clings to every syllable.
Or your eyes follow the strokes
Of every letter,
These hands have written.
Until they collapse
When nothing is uttered or read.
When I’m forced to pick up the pieces
Of a broken memory instead.

Your words are a cure
For a self-inflicted poison.
your voice
your body
your soul
our words...
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I feel as if I am viewing something that is too private, too emotional, too personal.
The words in this are so captivating and so mesmerizing that I couldn't look away.
Each stanza is that private and complicated, it is as if I am just, if anything, just on the edge of this meaning. It is so deep that my mind can't figure out the precise motive and thought that this was written with.
I am stunned at your intellectual state, and your writing complicity. I think this is your best work so far. You could even publish this, but in my opinion, it is too personal for that.
Words can't sum up how good this is.
Keep writing with this much intensity.