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Come, Sing for Me

come, play with me  
let practiced,
work-rough hands  
chisel through        
my marble surface;        
release the angry mob         
calling for murder        
just beneath my skin ~        
reveal the real me        
and watch my pain        
fall to the floor        
in misshapen chunks;               
let the warmth of you        
bring this slab        
to consciousness  
 
stretched, my body         
becomes your pliant canvas;        
come, scrape away the paint        
long left behind in yesterdays;        
color me anew         
with magic fingers;        
stain me        
with pigments        
of your soul’s desire               
             
come, sing for me        
with your lyrics        
made of filthy words        
exhaled on quiet sighs;        
my greedy ears        
long for the sultry cadence        
of your tempo giusto;        
my moon-drenched conductor        
composing        
my favorite tune ~      
I’ll be your cliche,        
your harp,        
your lyre;        
just pluck my strings        
and sit back        
for a listen          
       
my eyes are dull        
come, look all the way inside;        
shine your brightest light        
and watch the fire      
spring to life ~        
dancing for you;       
awaken        
my dormant embers;        
pull me        
from these ashes        
before I become them  
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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A rework of an old write, since deleted.
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