How the previous post looks like in my head

Who would've 

thought

it'd be

so difficult  to

traverse these

paths on your

fretted back with

just the right touch?

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There are more

ways than one
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  to   tease   you,

  p l e a s e  you,
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I  know that.  I

know. I  know

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But I'm   wooed

by the il-legit-im

-acy of darkened
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corners,    by an

elusive     sound

d r o w n i n g in

the rising smoke.

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This is the time

To   keep   time

within  swaying

 doors,   but all I

 can  do is derive
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 my    own mean

-ing     in    your 

sustained  glance

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I imagine my flight

I   feel   your   fight  

to hear my c| a| g| e| d

silence within the slow

measures of your sigh.

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These pages have circles

and mirrors inside and out, an urgent

rising, an     infinite     reflection with no rest

till we find a          r   e   s   o   l   u   t   i   o   n.

But this is a key in love and death in lust and life

And changing where I place my scars

Just prolongs the agony in empty spaces
left behind.

I     can't

return anymore,

I    can't     return

to     the     first

m o v e m e n t, 

tothemoment

we set this unbearable pitch.
This time and place can not be transposed,
to less-bled pathways to an unshaking ground, and if we try we will only
slip, be trapped, get entangled in this  scale and  slide fevered
 into a whirlpool of shared dissonance till we arrive clutching,

gasping at the right clef, for air. Who  would've thought
you thought I was the violent one dragging you to hell,
when the sheet music the dark music the raging music
in  my  head was  a blind reading

of your hands on me?