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Dearest Thomas ( Acacia Greggii )
Bandages softly unlace,
keeping our dark pace.
Music box plays,
watching our lustful ways.
Cold grips skin,
you are mine to win.
Rosary hangs aside,
your lips ocean tide.
Sheets shuffle around,
please remove my ground.
Blades not needed,
words whispered-more pleaded.
Let me melt,
caress every little welt.
Hold me together,
you'll be alone never.
I love you,
not that anyone knew.
keeping our dark pace.
Music box plays,
watching our lustful ways.
Cold grips skin,
you are mine to win.
Rosary hangs aside,
your lips ocean tide.
Sheets shuffle around,
please remove my ground.
Blades not needed,
words whispered-more pleaded.
Let me melt,
caress every little welt.
Hold me together,
you'll be alone never.
I love you,
not that anyone knew.
Published 6th Sep 2011
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6th Sep 2011 3:20pm
I like this poem because it has small words to descibe a big picture. Almost as if saying "you don't need painful details to know what's going on". Good work!
6th Sep 2011 4:11pm
Why thank you! It means a great deal to hear such optimistic words coming from a talented writer like yourself.
