Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Kissed By The Hour


Kissed by the hour.

Tonight can never rain tomorrow.

Black passed midnight.

Tonight.

Held in your arms, today, grey to the noon.

Your warmth bitter to my cold.

Is that the purpose of your hold.

The moon shines.

Even in the day.

In so many kind of your ways.

Mirrored off your lips.

Circles the flames.

From all your love.

Around the fire.

Which burns holes.

Which burns memories.

Clear in my mind.

Love so hot.

Heats my heart.

The one you key.

With my thank you.

With my please.

With ease.

My heart which you seized.

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013
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