The Sound of Lutes

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You make me want to be your angel,
You make me want to be
like nothing you've ever known,  
only to have the two worlds collide.

Let us link hearts and float away  
to a place that defies everything,
effortlessly drifting, while we  
flow in and out of each other.

If that could happen,
I would never look over my shoulder.
I would never let go and run away  
because I would never let go.

If that could happen,
I wouldn't look back for the sound of crickets.
I would mesmerize to our bodies in unison.
Our eyes would stray toward the infinite

when the boundary of passion mutes,  
where every night is a tantric journey  
that would leave us vibrant
and resonant as the sound of lutes.


This is one of my much older poems I thought I'd dust off and give it a fresh posting here.
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