When the conversation between your lips
& my skin ceases-
Words fail us.
When your fingertips lose their paths over the
dunes of my body-
We are lost.
When the soft breeze of your breath by-passes
my ear-
We no longer breathe.
When you no longer pluck the strings of my heart-
We no longer feel.
When the tides of our blood no longer shivers
in our veins-
We cease to flow.
When songs of soft words are no longer sung
in our souls-
It is time to go.
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