Trust and be trusted. Love and be love. Pain, remain above it. Haunted dreams of, feelings of freedom. Swimming in frozen seas. You’re just a memory, of an older me. My unfinished poetry...
He drove his car timely through her tunnel of love Full throttle zest, he bore a flitting of whiting doves Warmth's ah peaking from their nest Sweet coos a heaving from her chest Parked at the end of her tunnel his treasure troves