Thursday, December 29, 2011


The perils I face to love you;
At times feel treacherous.
The space I traverse;
At times feels infinite.
To feel your embrace
Mends the wounds.
Your kiss--the sweetest salve.
Broken, on bloody knees
I reach towards you
Only to grasp a whisper.
Your elusive presence invades my essence.
I am enthralled by the exquisite acquiescence.
Shackled by this need for you
I lay in silent torment.
An agony I have created.
By needing you
And losing me..

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