Napalm Love Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Napalm Love



Time consumes nothing but itself
Whispers caress the angels without touch
Embracing your palms with everything that needs to be said
Stained breath that becomes printed on our brow
Words that beg to become more than whats said once we're apart
To be needed without hesitation

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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