Cracked Imaginations
Gently the veils fall from before my eyesand I see
you were always bare before me
it was I who hid
afraid of this longing
afraid of the imperfection - no, not imperfection - complex simplicity of this situation
But as you slide nearer me
I loose my breath
in recognition
Every notion lost
all that exists
is your touch
no more forever
Poetry by SecretWords

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Written on 2011-09-14 at 21:24




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