emotion escapes from what was just
a love-lit haven --
the skies pour sufficiently,
like as all my embracing thoughts,
to drown the surrendering earth
tonight
my heart moans for you
oh, for how eloquence formalizes in
the way you've expired
[as all angels know]
that unforgiving puddles articulate their sting
from the windows of my own secret-self
while i aim to glance meagerly
into your depth
dreams aren't enough
yet all i have to ever hold you anymore
as you lay appealingly amid the bed we made
breathing in your satisfaction
for how you graced such denouement into light
i yearn you again-- have always yearned you and pray
it is enough to ever take you in
because until the day i die
i'll ever confide in only you...
your beauty: my aphrodisiac
and i swear i love you.
a love-lit haven --
the skies pour sufficiently,
like as all my embracing thoughts,
to drown the surrendering earth
tonight
my heart moans for you
oh, for how eloquence formalizes in
the way you've expired
[as all angels know]
that unforgiving puddles articulate their sting
from the windows of my own secret-self
while i aim to glance meagerly
into your depth
dreams aren't enough
yet all i have to ever hold you anymore
as you lay appealingly amid the bed we made
breathing in your satisfaction
for how you graced such denouement into light
i yearn you again-- have always yearned you and pray
it is enough to ever take you in
because until the day i die
i'll ever confide in only you...
your beauty: my aphrodisiac
and i swear i love you.
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