Friday, December 30, 2016

I bite my lip, read through
my seem to hold
each letter now sold, tied in...
a passion expressed, untold

Your touch ever present
in each word, of every line
my heart is open as we stand
this beckoning test of time

Past not present, future a,
swirling we
walk entwined in an ecstasy
two souls in mind, to keep

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