it was
in his laughter
the very first time I ever heard
when we had our arms held hostage
that I felt completely stirred by
and God,
does it ache so damn good
it's the kind
where my body cries out loud
with the intensity
of such a warm, heavenly little bliss
kind of solace
and it seems like,
there is no other greater euphoria
that could possibly
beat to one
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.