Monday, June 17, 2019

fondle

my breath comes with a slight tint of unjust

for I've never known how to let you go

   you always seem to be easily reached

   a constant, a resemblance

   a moon, an orbit

at ease, you make me feel

each word you say

each prayer you pray




hardly come by




it was love that brought us together

albeit parted by a string of odds

streams will still take its course to the ocean

the world will still take its course to collapse

I can only wish to be as still as a giant

sitting by next to you



sending myself sailing to the sea

where you send yourself off with a will



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