We took a moment, you and I
to discover the dreamy depths of despair
and twist out of them for an aching eternity
that was only a miniscule intake of breath.
We found unachievable closeness
and said we wouldn't get too close.
Hot wax melted over my fingers
and my skin branded
with marks of you.
Unsustainable burdens we carried across that river;
to go any further would destroy us both.
Burning bright and brief against the sky,
your strength and skin on mine.
Palms pressed, perfect pressure, fingers intertwine.
Candy floss caresses,
sticky sweet skin.
You carried me, but warned me not to wander
off the path and lose my way.
Yearning, trusting, I clung
to the curve of your back.
You wanted only to go on.
But don't you understand?
To me, it doesn't matter if we fall.
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Author:
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Comments3
beautifully worded, a good read!
Thank you friend
Good emotive write rebmasters.
Andy
Thank you for your kind words
Really really good 👍🏻
Thank you very much
I'm truly touched
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