To This Love
Touches his chest
With the reminiscence to confess,
To this love
To distress….
A calling, a chirp
Colliding hearts at work
Glazed kisses from time to time,
Just between O’s entwine….
Enfeebled by emotion
In blissful truth
Risen in time,
Absorbing each root.
Hidden in sight
Bleaked in the spotlight
That lies, that trembles
A soft pulse that rumbles
Driven by no force,
Broken in pain’s grace
Held between breaths
It touches his chest
Touches his chest
With the reminiscence to confess,
To this love
To distress….
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