May 2020
As if the sum
of all my parts,
had fallen into
an hourglass,
and hours passed
beyond your shoulders,
baring heavy truths,
like the gentle
touch of Eros,
without clarity.
of all my parts,
had fallen into
an hourglass,
and hours passed
beyond your shoulders,
baring heavy truths,
like the gentle
touch of Eros,
without clarity.
We so often are blinded by eros touch of infatuation, and time feels so slow when we’re there, and it ***** when you can feel someone losing that feeling they once had.
