submission

laid upon her bosom, wrapped
around a heart beating against
the drums in my head
seduces the noise of the world.

drifting lids of reality, remove
clothed security in slumbered
dreamery, aching for a sunset;
a morning’s kiss.

her soul courses, through
angelic existence; as a whisper
falls upon empty caverns; secret
dark places.

where fingertips trace, the
day away upon the back
of yesterdays; with a love
that tomorrow doesn’t come.

 

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