Feel great tension when,
tender touch isn't upon ivory skin;
Hear the crowds harping lies,
observe sharpening sinister reaching mine,
but first rinse out hectic cries;
Impact pounding soul to calm,
where mine permanently cares to be...
face upon one's palms;
be fair warned,
supernatural shall fall behind failing shadow,
jaded heart can upheave thorns,
only after final cataclysmic storm;
&
with all the glass freeing from lips,
unsure how any mouth endures to kiss,
hearts obscure,
yet - breath comes again tomorrow...
how absurd.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
