Poetry · Writing

Born

They don’t compare

a buried treasure

all the way to the bottom

tightened pleasure

all the way to the bottom.

Breathing in

deeper into you

missed embrace a single trace

live embrace and us face-to-face

they don’t compare.

Feeding the light

the sweeping tidal wave

never away

No Way.

Diving deeper

down to the bottom

and all I need

is you

 

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