*A faultless poem
inkless, without erasures
written in fixed glances
in agreement
a matchless pact
Each verse, a touch
a breath, a gaze
suddenly, their storm
unleashed
ink runs intense
crimson hearts bleed
bodies collapse
their surrender writes an end
a kiss
their thirst, a perpetual desire
to rewrite with fault
they call it a draft
and find a blank page*
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
*A faultless poem
inkless, without erasures
written in fixed glances
in agreement
a matchless pact
Each verse, a touch
a breath, a gaze
suddenly, their storm
unleashed
ink runs intense
crimson hearts bleed
bodies collapse
their surrender writes an end
a kiss
their thirst, a perpetual desire
to rewrite with fault
they call it a draft
and find a blank page*
Write me a poem, he said. So she takes his hand and...
01/30/2016
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