Clinging To Hope
Category: /General/Revealing id,
without ego, and hunger.
I may not touch
you ever, placing my palm
down face on the burning candle.
Step by step I come
near you and move away
collecting my pins.
The medallion still hangs
in the cleavage.
You will throw your head
backward and laugh in misty chimes.
The skiagram shows the increased
vascularity. Would you come
if I don't call you?
We will smell together
the parting lips, trying to say
love, but unannounced.
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