Every breath is a rush to fuel manic movement
How else to lay a hand upon every task?
Until you came and pressed
your head against my chest
Stopping me to save me
With words of patience
looks of kindness
Clutching hands of pitched desire
Pressing mouth against mouth
as much your claim
as my reminder
A muse,
partner
A patchwork of kaleidoscopic indulgence
Intertwined
3/15/13
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
