Your fingers traced the curves
Of the tentacles holding me together
Your eyes followed your fingertips
As they made kaleidoscopic patterns
On my paper thin skin.
I owe you my smile, my heart and my love
You stood with me, when life was grey
Betwixt the blazes of your silver charm
I found a soul, too comforting
A place where I can be myself.
Some call you the moon, inanimate, bright
For me you are the soul of the cosmos
Trapped in the flickering armour
/A long lost lover, who never really left./
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