vagabond verse.

running against slippery winds,

fragments of past lives,
tugging at the heels,

shedding tired breaths,
moulting yesterdays skin,

inflamed by passions,
raging,
swirling,

deep within,

gathering the shards,
cobwebbed,
mangled,

inside,
tattered embers simmering dim,

heartstrings plucked,
a-jingle & a-jangled,

while,
your presence sparks the tinder,

setting every fibre afire,

aching,
hungering,

yearning with silent desire,

for the ache felt,
when dreaming of your exquisite kiss,

is,

an ache akin to a state of bliss,

an ache enveloping mind,
body,
soul,

an aching hope,
infusing my being entire,

complete,

whole.

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The Immigrants Void – Sculpture by Bruno Catalano

http://brunocatalano.com/sculpture-bronze2/sculpture-en-bronze-bruno-catalano.php?galerie=1

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