Fools Overture
How many ways
Can I say to you?
With words
Or silence
The towns square clown seeking your affections
Coldness or warmth
Open your loins of desire
Bare your heart
Let me whisper
As I enter into you
I am you
You are me
Entwined
In the prison of freedom
The poison of love
The potion of eternal youth
Let me taste your lips
Suckle upon breast
Life
Lust
Love
My hand like a surgeon
Inside your heart
Mending broken wings
You, with no mask
Me with no words
Silence becomes the tomb
Of our love
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