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faithless love of desire turned a flame, to sit beside the one who claimed my mind with thoughts

thoughts of a future

for we are known but unknown,

For we are strangers in the most known way,

Lovers but untitled. Destined for what?

For us, a puzzle.

I am desperate to solve,

For since our encounter,

In which my soul and yours entwined.

Twisted.

You are all my body can feel

and all my mind can think

For ever a dull moment, I recall each Encounter; of enchantment,

Each,

coming together,

often a collaboration of sorts.

a movement,

a dance,

to a chorus that wants to be repeated,

needs to be repeated

repeated and drilled into the minds of others,

for when I am with you,

for when we touch,

for when my body caresses yours,

my hands on you, each other entwined.

Our Encounter is that of stories

that of love songs

and romance books

and romcoms

its one we all long for but only this time,

its ours?

But is anything ever ours?

And does anything really belong to anyone?

All I know,

Is that I, an artist, create alongside you, a material,

works that become unexplainable when I try to explain

that which cannot be.

As words will often fail the explanation of us.

For we are what cannot be.

We stay beyond the passing moment,

Beyond the changing surface of your skin,

A surface so known to me

For you will always be,

And always have been,

Far more than a moment for me.

But perhaps,

you are

just an object of my desire?

we are just voyeurs in a world of tinted glass

For you are the side of a lorry and I am nothing to you.

And as we draw to a close,

What will become of us?

For I am yours,

but have you ever been mine?