The light is fading.
The shimmering moonlight appears so blue,
Tonight no star is breaking.
Try as I can, I can't hear the murmur of the river,
Every sound is still.
The water percolates through me and I shiver,
No sound comes, in the chill.
No taste I can taste, now every taste is sour,
Even taste of a nectar full of honey.
My parched tongue hurts every hour,
Although now no day is sunny.
The smell of the flowers, is plainly pale,
They can never match your scent.
If I can just catch its receding trail,
I'd be content.
All touch is rough, that is all I feel,
Whether it be silk or satin.
Even the calm and smooth water does not appeal,
After the touch of your skin.
All these senses are meaningless
The only thing that makes sense is your presence.
I cannot stop till you I possess
Now that you have become my sixth sense.
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