My Blood

Feeling: dead
My perception of you Is of cool dessert rain, Or a life-given sculpture Of fine porcelain. From your face a reflection Of light newly born In a warm autum sky On a calm cloudless dawn. But your mind is a world I may never know. This thought I find freezing, My heart fills with snow. But my blood is made warm As we circle through space By believing your heart Gives the light to your face
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