A brief song idea.

Am I on your mind?
Would it be too unkind to ask this question of you?
And am I in your face?
Would it be out of place for me to put to test the best of what you've said?

Fogs swirl ambient
the lust of sedimentary
symmetry in layers
Euclidian nonsense
can't account for your shape
across the void
a choice;
I no longer hear your voice
louder than my own

And am I on your mind?
Would it be too unkind to ask this question of you?
And am I on your face?
Would it be out of place to make a graceful gesture?

Perks of understanding
a cemetery map
the male heart is weak
stale when complete
soft imagined skin
the loss inside the win
a choice;
I no longer hear your voice
in scarcely audible physique