《Burning Moths》Tala: Lover's Lament
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You've set aside a cavern in your mind
Where my body rests, memorialized,
Never changing, never aging
Since the day we said goodbye.
In desperate dreams you reach for me
When the tender touch of true maidens
Cannot wipe the memories of me away
No matter how deep you plow the field
Long nimble fingers pluck taut strings
Old visions of me flash like lightning
With a husky groan, you dig into soft,
Velvety flesh, imagining it's truly mine.
You chant my name in rhythmic silence
It echoes in the chamber where you lay,
Hidden from all but our united souls,
Safe within the confines of my mind.
"Feel that? Feel me? Do you? Tell me!"
Gravel rumbles in your parched throat.
Breathless, you squeeze your eyes shut
Neither fiery locks nor pale blue eyes
Quenches thirst that burns, burns, burns.
"Burn for me, my love. Burn bright!"
Every nerve ignites for a blissful moment
Smell the acrid scent of burning wings
Pleasure mixed with pain as we fall,
A mess of entangled limbs and hearts.
The vision ends and I'm alone once more.
Never once have our bodies touched,
And yet our souls remained intertwined
Though we stay bitter enemies to the last.
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