Sunday, 16 January 2022

dissection of our souls

 I am starving and I want to feel my cheek rubbing against yours

the only cheek I want to feel against my cheek is yours

I am starving and around me things are drying

flourish me and show me you are trying


If I were to open my heart there will be a forest lying

dead leaves against the ground     mortifying 

flowers blooming and youth crying 

hungry and dying 


If I were to open your heart what there is lying...

we'll find a way that isn't terrifying 

let me into the bliss of your soul

if only you could let me in


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