Hark/ I hear angels, or bells...
that is the screaming in my head.
The bells that toll from your scent...
the scent of man, of my love... my sweet.

Hark/ I hear nothing but silence... but,
our hearts as they beat. I feel. A miracle
of our bare skin on each other's...

Hark/ I feel nothing but unexplainable.
Unbelievable. Belonging. Love. Lust. Love.
It must be... I feel it. I am it. With you.

Hark/ That sound... utter silence,
but yet I can hear the world, falling.
Crashing around me. I feel you pulled,
from me. We are no longer one but two.

Separate-- pupil and teacher.

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