Pulling me down from the lonely white of sedentary ceiling
Your touch broke the vault of my hardened chest
You were a king of sorts, purified in a glow of the moon's adorning crest
Sleepwalking shadows of our outline still line my head
Your porcelain smile still awakens my dreamy mind from bed
Sipping Sauvignon Blanc from your beckoning lips
Under a blanket of sunset stretched upon mountainous tips
There I laid every unselfish vow of love on your chest
Laced your fingers with mine and gave you my best
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