Tuesday, 5 March 2013


Dark desire written here, 
In ink your life etched.
So, let swell that needles art, 
Carve the sweetest flesh.

Longing for arms to hold us,
So aches the heart.
This isolation dressed as lust,
We each played our part.

Beauty spreads across your skin,
While months they slip by.
Your easy mind relieves me,
Dreams are but a sigh.

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