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Afterglow
Chill wind whispers,
Calling to the winter within
Where the trembling form,
Yearning for warmth,
Finds shelter from the cold.
Dark nights keep their secrets well,
Questing hands sculpt a lover's face,
Mapping the body's contours
While, skin against skin,
Desire slowly builds.
But the abyss yawns still,
The grasping grave beckoning
As the soft tap of bone against wood
Falls lost among the pitter-patter of rain.
Or are those simply tears?
A beautiful complex poem. So
A beautiful complex poem. So deep you feel it running within
Well done
"Questing hands sculpt a lover's face" is a fine line. A good read all around!
"Where do you go when nowhere feels like home?"-FBMF
I just drink myself to sleep
I just drink myself to sleep
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Tried that
It doesn't help me any. =(
That's very beautiful :-) X.
That's very beautiful :-) X.