Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Forever

Deep wood crickets, your paintbrush fingers, 
Dark clouds kissing dreams of moonlit nipples
In a long-ago stunned summer of naked hormones
Why wonder if that was all a dream?
Filling my heart as it did now
Your deep full river flood of a need
Spoke of voids and valleys within. 
And your embrace rested itself on my heart
Forever it's own, even if for a moment

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