Finger to the mouth,
I touch my soft lips,
Dainty they have been described,
I know they are not.
You have seen me,
A short time passing,
More nights should be like this,
To survive our aging looks.
Hands to my ears,
Turn around the corner,
Comfort ahead of me,
Halfway there.
By the force nearby,
Pushing me closer to you,
I feel the magnetism,
Freedom from the burden.