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My Dearest Confidante,
my eyes sting as these words stumble
from blue to red
evaded and veined
long put off to bed
holy, I'm not holy, in this sanctum
come baptize me in blessed waters
rolling off your moon
or is it my sun
the place I belong to be
where I bleed
restless, I've become restless in this storm
igniting an empty sky
no fear, no cry
hours long for your touch
seconds turn into years
greying, decaying
where is our simple breeze
our pathway to harmony
my soul screams
yearning to be kissed/caressed
thrown out into the water
bathed in honeysuckle
bitten, bled, then repeat
head after head
turning
looking, wanting
promises put forth
past a reckoning
our beckoning to be
I'm coming home
letting desires burn free
my eyes sting as these words stumble
from blue to red
evaded and veined
long put off to bed
holy, I'm not holy, in this sanctum
come baptize me in blessed waters
rolling off your moon
or is it my sun
the place I belong to be
where I bleed
restless, I've become restless in this storm
igniting an empty sky
no fear, no cry
hours long for your touch
seconds turn into years
greying, decaying
where is our simple breeze
our pathway to harmony
my soul screams
yearning to be kissed/caressed
thrown out into the water
bathed in honeysuckle
bitten, bled, then repeat
head after head
turning
looking, wanting
promises put forth
past a reckoning
our beckoning to be
I'm coming home
letting desires burn free
Published 23rd Nov 2019
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23rd Nov 2019 6:46pm
Without an undying passion, and unwavering lust; love cannot be birthed upon the holiness of touch !
You capture that notion aptly in your write... 🔥
You capture that notion aptly in your write... 🔥
23rd Nov 2019 7:47pm
