the prints of your heart...

they’re there
just can’t be seen
but that don’t mean
they’re not there
invisible snares
wanderin’ windin’
their way
where they’re gonna stay

layin’ latent ‘cross the
wet slippery surface

threshold scorin’ identified
their ridges unique

to the exclusion of all others
carry the mark of no one else

their friction amplifyin’
vibratin’ my soul

signalin’ the shadows
of my lost past

they’re there
seems they’ve always been
right there under my skin
makin’ their way within
no beginin’ and no end
born in passion and in sin

plastic or patent
no difference to repent
the burden mine
for now and all time

oh, yeah, they’re there
layin’ our love bare

the prints

of your heart

on mine

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