Above Your Chin

I have musings abundant

words that define a moment

crawling from my fingers

ever flowing a mind of want.

The words are futile to move

even the slightest soul around

yet I persist with my melancholy

and onward to my slumber.

Underneath my darkness fallen,

underneath my darkness black,

is an estuary of hope burning

to fuel the embers inside I lack.

What your smile does to me

is beyond any normal happiness

and cripples the Reaper whom

I muse of every now and again.

So I fall to sleep tonight in joy

on a pillow free of any sin

where my moment of true bliss

in my soul comes above your chin.

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