Sunday, February 14, 2016

IN THIS PLACE

THE SOFTEST OF LIPS MAKE THE SWEETEST MUSIC

DELICATELY DRUMMED UPON MY SKIN AS

PLEASURE NOTES STRING TOGETHER OUR MELODY

INSIDE YOUR INTOXICATING ESSENCE

DRUNKENLY EXPOSED I STAND BEFORE YOU

THERE ARE NO TRUER FEELINGS SHARED

WITH OUR VULNERABILITY EMBRACED

CHASING LOVE’S POWER STILL

LOOKING TO ITS IRIDESCENT LIGHT

FIGHTING TO FILL THE HOLE OF HEARTBREAK

RIGHT NOW

IN THIS TIME

AND IN THIS PLACE

OUR PAST SLIPS FROM THE NOOSE OF YESTERDAY

THE FRUITS OF FOREVER ON YOUR FINGERS

LEAVES TRACES ON MY SWOLLEN LIPS

I KNOW WHAT I EAT AND WHO FEEDS ME


WITH YOU I AM FULL

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