Lost Again

She found me,
lost in echos of the past.
Her eyes like a mirror,
and fear gripping my heart.
A thing so delicate,
beautiful in those endless fields.

A reflection of my want,
and a taste of her need.
As her voice joins the song,
of what is now and what can be.
Her fingers,
a path to paradise.

And so I was lost again,
though now among boundless wishes.
Where her heart spoke,
of a bed made of feathers.
And where her breath foretold,
the stories her skin would hold.

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