Feel the lines
crossing his hands
Understand the heart,
begging to be touched.
See the gaze,
firing from his eyes
Understand the soul
melting to be held.
Hear the words,
flowing from his lips
Understand the wisdom
ready to be kissed
A touch
A breath
A feel
Anything
mercredi 14 septembre 2011
mardi 13 septembre 2011
Betrayal
I have failed
my readers,
I have forsaken
my benefactors,
I am back
with pen in hand
Ready to draw
imaginary lines
Between all words
and the meaning of time
If it allows me
To claim what was once mine
my readers,
I have forsaken
my benefactors,
I am back
with pen in hand
Ready to draw
imaginary lines
Between all words
and the meaning of time
If it allows me
To claim what was once mine
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