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May 2022
The scent of her skin
Intoxicating as *****
Yet more rose than poppy
More thorn than seed

But what care I?
Knowing the touch of that body
The redemption petal
My cheek caress

These stumbling words
An impotent expression
Of the thoughts hesitating
Fueled by heartbeat

Oh, let me touch those lips
With mine
Let me wash away your woes
With mine

Take my hand
My love
Take my heart
My love

I give them to you
That this morning may
Unite us two
While we gaze as idiots

As this dawn sun reminds
We are life worn children
Not wise
Yet the child sees truth

It's in your eyes.
Written by
Cormac  50/M/France
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