I'd lie with you wordless
in the backyard
mid afternoon counting clouds
midnight listening to stories
told by ancient stars
your head touching mine
my hand touching yours
two unknown bodies
placed silently beside each other
thoughts speaking volumes.
Deep sigh... This is how it should always be.
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going back and looking at the title, it provides both a backstory and a prelude, doesn't it? ~
ReplyDeleteI guess the man who suggested me to call this poem 'incomplete volumes' saw it coming.
DeleteMichael, you are a thing. Thank you so much for reading beyond my words. <3
I love all your work.
ReplyDeleteThank you muchly Angie, you're such an amazing poet, I'm honored.
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