I fit you like a glove
and our souls extend like an arch
in whichever direction
we are
steady i stand
with a mix of feelings
and how i wish to warm your heart
how i mean to mend your scars
behind these sad eyes
your reflection dances
sensual
shaking me from within
calling me as an invitation
so serious
so joyful inside
in each and every unperfect
time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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So relative to many who have had this shared emotion. I found it captivating...honest, well done! I invite you to read my poem Last Call For Lovers.... I will continue to explore your writings. PEACE