if not for love,
no one would know
the deep passion for another
or the uneasy yearning for another's touch
or at least a passing gaze
or a fleeting glimpse from another
or a hope for a brushing of fingers or shoulders or a simple hello or hand gesture
or the essence of their presence
or the desire to just BE...
with them and hold them so close that it hurts to the point of bruises and scratches and sweet moans of agony and wet strokes of angst and ripped sheets and pillows tossed upon the floor...
if not for love
no one would know...
unless walls could talk...
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Cognizance
PoesíaThis is an assemblage of poetry from my conscience. They range from my thoughts on love, sex, depression, the world, to whatever else people think about while looking out a window, or taking a shower, or lying in bed. Enter at your own risk. This is...
