The Woman With 10,000 Faces

You walk with me along these lamplit streets.

You touch me,

And I melt.

You are my story;

Our fusion.

I reach ecstasy in your eyes.

I would touch you…

But you have 10,000 faces.

You are water on a desert plain;

A fickle oasis.

Ten thousand shapes,

Ten thousand sizes.


My greatest idea.

The lines on my faces are etching deeper,

The wrinkles on my skin crumpling evermore.

And yet my hand remains weightless.

If we are not now,

Then we may never be. 

I know you are out there,

Waiting in the summer breeze.

Let me find you,

Or I will continue drifting along these empty streets.

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