How often does your tongue teases you
for the words never spoken to me?
How often does your eyes tremble in dreams,
while a familiar shadow whispers my silent goodbyes.
How often does your fingertips ache to trace my eyes and lips
leaving an inch of air, for the sanity of this merciless world?
How often does you smile kisses the dawn
while my names echoes within you like a sweet poison?
How Often? Tell me, do our symmetries meet
and seperate, like the restless blood and the unstoppable heart?