Shape

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Artists
Sculpting hands and pillowed feet
I weep beside the bed of you
This paradise of dreams
We hide from an emerald world
Coccooned in your musk
Biting down on the punch 
Of your desire
Question me about the days
That sweet talk us
Charm the cages of kaleidoscope 
World
Eat my lips 
My words will be yours
Swallow my heart
I am a piece of you
Climb my veins likeRopes
Then carry my shoulders
Till your hunched back
And the eyes weep 
Perplexed
For we are more than wonders
And the shadow of pain
Resides near our Achilles throb