Bodies entwined in a pattern I grew to love.
Perhaps longing to feel
all that we've lost a long time ago
A desperate cry for yearning
or a newfound discerning hope,
Dawn now defines all the things I adore;Placid eyes of never ending joy,
stolid arms of solid gold,
fervid kisses that could soothe my storms.
What is this feeling?
I've never before considered what's a moment worth
But your smile makes me cherish them twice before letting go.
YOU ARE READING
Guillotine [poetry]
Poesie𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 2020. An anthology of dead queens, goddesses and a wolf. Youthful tales of guilt, love and salvation. #81 in adulthood (14/1/2021) #484 in journal (17/1/2021)