There is

There is something raw in me
That comes alive,
When you come.

There is artwork in my skin
Colored and some, 
And a soul undone.

There is halcyon surrounding me
Yet every touch, every gaze,
Sets me ablaze.

There is music, there is smoke, 
A suggestion, 
And a cloak.

There is stealth in your brightness, 
There is grey in your light, 
And I, in your sight. 

There is warmth in your apathy, 
Burning desire, 
A blue, brash bonfire.

There is a dream in my heart
Hidden, abstruse,
Must you always be obtuse?

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