Of Sighs~
Underneath the morning stare she risesUncertain of certain steps retracing
Inside violet shelters breezes stir her thoughts
Relax for a moment in an embrace of memory of
The night's soft touch holding close
Moving together as one they fell and rose
Again&again to ask
Who we are, what is this ?
Warm current flowing like a blue electrical wave
(binary syllables breaking into words of)
Off we go~
Between our palms, the skin burns clean
Away to reveal an aching fire of sighs~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-02-23 at 20:54
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