I miss the way it use to feel
when everything wasn't so real
Red Buddha light blinking
My back arching
Hair in shambles
Hands lost in the desert of his skin
When I was desired
Because, I was the unknown
But now
it seems
I'm the comfortable grass under the tree of life
I miss the way we use to dance
Dancing to no music
just the pulsing vibration
of our
hearts
and
Red Buddha light blinking
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