Sparks and Nectar

I miss the sound of your faith
I miss the sparks on your tongue
I miss our naked stars in the valiant sky
I miss the honey falling from your wings
I miss your silver harlequin
I miss the taste of your nectar
I miss the feeling of your curves
I miss the sweat from the tension
I miss the depth of the tunnel
I miss the blaze and wild smoke
I miss your scalding magnetism

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