from Daily in the Willows
A picture tells a thousand words
up close a real human face obscures,
Hides the truth of what is on the tip of its tongue.
Disapproval met by vibes in thrumb .
Pledged to one other
stand with an umbrella ready- for when in need of cover.
Sometimes dripping in regret is
the only way to salvage how we love and why we forget.
Bruised flesh,
tempers threaded with dynamite.
Will of one -stubborn as a carnal idol fight.
Pleasure seeking
sweet words passed along fingertips
pattern swirls over your lover’s body – a pulse – blood rush, skin on skin
not a touch that is fleeting.
Prolong the ecstasy. Uncode the quest in me.
Moths flutter to the nearst light of anxiety.
Love me – hate me – accept I am my gracioust deed.
Trust , how much I am in need.
Drive love away with a belligerent fiaxtion of desire.
arousal and connection fused to spark up …
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