In our morning read
love across ashy skies.
Read contentment in our
small clinging and sighs.
In our body speaks
a language so new,
no, not new, read
forgotten. Read
lost and found within
the confines of lust
and its way
of blinding us.
A voice burned
into our silence asks
only for light, for one day
to pour through the thin parts
of our hearts as we breathe
in and out, in
and out.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
In our morning read
love across ashy skies.
Read contentment in our
small clinging and sighs.
In our body speaks
a language so new,
no, not new, read
forgotten. Read
lost and found within
the confines of lust
and its way
of blinding us.
A voice burned
into our silence asks
only for light, for one day
to pour through the thin parts
of our hearts as we breathe
in and out, in
and out.
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