the curse of the blessed…

hold me close

in lazy arms

that tighten fast

and strong

with weathered grip

and pounding heart

that beats intense

and long

in deepened waves

of silent swells

and all there is

of i

and tender dreams

of once could be

beneath lords

searing sky

in moments tick

of timeless clock

in answer of

small plea

i shake it off

and close my eyes

in search of you

– and me.








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