Hidden beneath my grip, your
Elated palms sweat, wet with
Round droplets of shared care.
Loose night, can’t hold my heart;
It’s contents spill into my chest that
Now rests against your inviting heat.
Do not pull away; press into me,
Aggressively; feel my presence.
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem for someone who took a piece of me and broke it. Part two of eight.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
May that presence always be felt.
Andy
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