Sunday, October 21, 2012

The perished soul . . in love

 You defined me in poetry
with every sunrise you ever saw
with every sunset you ever closed your eyes from
with every whisper
you made
with your eyes folded
in layers of skin

You defined me in
glee and pretense

You defined me in the pieces
of bare sand
with the perished
spirit, mortal in a form
with the zeal renewed
like you felt

Your touch upon my
tip of the shoulders
you stroking me on the neck
with a prick full of heat
and you mutter,
"I ll savor the times
with you I spent
like you have been
dead for decades
in the soul which
contained ME.
Alive yet again with
a kiss"

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