Past

Baylee

Never do I want

the taste of you to wash from my lips

nor your breath from my ear

nor the paths your fingertips trace

up and down my skin

But time steals it away from me

making the present

the past.

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burning-embers August 19th, 2017 21:57
Aaaaah somebody magic crossed your path. What a lovely way to write about their presence. Quite beautiful.
- BayleeAugust 19th, 2017 21:59
  Magic seems to be the only way to describe it. Thank you
FredPeyer August 21st, 2017 15:10
And 'never do I want' to stop reading your poems!

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