Imperfect.
The desire rest upon
the haunches of the heart
bellowing forth
a passionate determination.
Subject of attention.
Come close.
Let the whispers of intent float
softly into the ear and bang
resoundingly
against the drums to create
the initial impression.
Fill with affection,
that great expanse of emptiness
created by those who came prior
and snapped in to pieces that love,
Those that broke that heart
into bite size morsels.
Rending tear-stained soul with a cowardly retreat.
Sweet drops of rain fallen upon thine cheek from thine visions.
Allow this unfettered change with gravity "like" time.
And forever in lap shall that love be found.
Fragile Winter Phoenix
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