Comfort - Poem by Andy Brookes
a desolate night
while we with wishes wanted
the bed lies alone, abandoned,
and we two sit on Persian rugs,
drinking chocolate by the fire.
concupiscence, we are past that,
we gentle lovers.
it has taken a long climb,
it now that lies
deep in the chasms of our past.
so we drink chocolate by the fire
with no words just solace.
© Andrew,4 minutes ago
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