Wednesday, 3 August 2016

Miss You

Synchronized words, lips, limbs, silences
Your dark deep pools lighting up my inner islands
Those wild swings into flash togetherness
These perfumed nights, sweet taunts of tenderness
When I bid you goodbye, I will take along these precious feathers
And on lonely evenings, weave wings of lost treasures
To fly at tomorrow's first light into yesterday's glass loft
To seek in your embrace, a new life, sweet and soft







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