Spring

I'm far from a vampire, but I believe I have a neck fetish.

Soft glow of neck meets chest

Soul crushed with mind--

                     Clean body pressed--

Windows closed of fashioned glass

Bring me close eyes--

                     Reflect of my trash--

Recycled, made me gold at last

Soft silver chest--

                     Held heart held fast--

Thunder taps on keys, to sleep

I'm sung and dream--

                      The songs I keep--

Sing to me as you say

You sing alone--

                       Tone twist and fray--

Unwind erased with time forgot

Within this week--

                       Gaze sold and bought--

But I don't I could and I do

Your soft glow bright--

                       Burn right through--

Burn out.

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The songs I keep--
Sing to me as you say
You sing alone--

I enjoyed this part, this is a wonderful write.