Crushed Almonds, Can Taste Quite Bitter, a
Poisonous trait.
I now court love..... and, death .....
no longer.
Tell me
Can ....
you... feel, my pain ?
And, dreams are more real,
and no longer.... wet.
Just because,
you’ve shared, my ......bed.
Don’t presume, you know me.
Even though you’ve stole my heart.
Love, once ......tasted, sweet.
Screams of pain, now lost ......amongst.
The cries,
Of .....passion !
Lost in a forgotten corner.
A longing
For....
I never got that farewell hug !
Nor
That memorable
Everlasting kiss ....
Giajl © Jim Love