I ride my bike through the cold park
Watching the night bleed little axioms
Drowning in perfect solitude
Like a merchant for speed, echoing with impulse
I wait for your love
Craving the rush of your touch
Pure soul like pure snow
Coaxing the wax of your lust
Your presence smiles like a stranger
Wearing tousled hair and pink cheeks
A windswept wayfarer with starless eyes
Blazing like ashes, candid and extreme
I listen to your sunrise bells
The alchemy of your acumen
Love, your bailiwick
Ruled by changing rhythms
Addicted to the tears we shed
I trace myself along the architecture
Alongshore, coming back to you
Soft moments of lust pulse through my vibrant bones
Pains I ignore, the telephone
Is this the price of pleasure?
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Addicted to the tears we shed... the very definition of passionate desperate inconsolable love.
My favourite line!
You have good taste! (-:
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