Limbs

It's fascinating, how two souls connect -
Not just in mind, or heart - Feeling, as I often do,
The small arms of my heart reach out and
Caress you, when I look at your face.
You often catch me staring.
The tendrils of my limbs memorizing the
Shape of your body by entwining it.
The sight, the touch, the sound, the taste.
Are you my lover, my escape, the key
To reawakening the zest I used to feel
For those higher notions of Genius,
Beauty, & Truth? Or, are you simply there,
That man before me, walking softly through
My spheres until caught in the web of my
Miseries and my eccentricities - where I paint
You in silver and unfairly imbue you with the
Magical powers to heal my troubled soul?
For now, you are the hand I hold, the chin I scratch,
The eyes I graze, the heart I have.
Let the slow hands of time
and the even slower dreams of sleep
Consider all the rest.

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