waiting for you, with quickening pulse,
desirous, anticipating the brush of your lips against mine,
kiss me deeply, i shall do the same,
today, and in our tomorrows yet to be teased out of time … …
Archive for August 13, 2016
weathering storms of fate, walking boulevards smooth as slate,
the hurt remains, the pain jabs, the emptiness sheaths,
while in the corner the beast of apathy growls, pants, and breathes … … …
walking on shattered splinters, crushed glass piercing my soul,
your tender touch offers respite from the pain, freeing my soul,
to be once again,
whole … … …
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