stretch across
these fettered beams
forget the lost
people we have been
there's nothing there
beyond the panes
we could be anywhere
and yet remain the same
tortured lovers in restraint
we're coming nearer still
the tones are ours to paint
we love the way we will
like colours streaming over walls
the further that we go
it's ours to rise, not ever fall
to take so deep and slow
each penetration complements
the scars we burn to share
we come alive in increments
like whispers on the air
one flesh, one voice
our eyes cast unto sun
we love this way, we have no choice
we are the only one
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