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Category: Poetry
A touch of this and a touch of that
Past echoes
I’m falling for the echoes of my past
the haunting of a time
when love was love and simple lines
were enough to see me through.
Now wisdoms here, my desires unclear
I’m biting through and through
Tell me
I need the stars to burn so bright
to lure the sun, the moon, the skye
I need them to sing me a lullaby
that starts with love and ends with why?
The glare
Silver glare softly slices and paves
Your knife and the thorn deepens the ways
Burrow deep, burrow down
Hibernation is key
To hide from the summer, the mind
and your breaking sea.
The fire within
The fire’s roar that burned within
ignited from delicacy, innocence
before billowing unobtainable heat.
Forever searching, desiring, seeking.
The desire
Could I let myself fall in your arms, so easily, so gently, so dangerously close?
What if I did, what if I reached too far, what if I touched that fire.
Could I ever go back?
I am in reverse.
The dance
This dance that we play
the swings and slides of despair
I can not move forward
nor hide from your stare.
