Treasure Island

Raquel Angel Nagler


Scarred Mirrors (26)


You arrive. You go.
You live in restlessness.
You leave traces of haste on the hours.
Come.
My mouth will fill you with slowness,
My fingers will trickle over you, calm as a drizzle.



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Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013
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