Oh, frantic love.
Strewn across a bed
Next to me
Chaotic and utterly blissful
Always.
How the echo of your touch
Sings through my minds corridors.
Quiet gentle moments
Locked in chambers with keys long gone
We pretend.
I hear you.
Oh my sweet,
Scared
Broken love.
How my brain years to recreate you in this life.
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