Saturday, March 2, 2019

Whispers of Richness

Whispers of richness,
climbing like ivy
Across the page,
like spider webs
Moments captured in
snapshots like foreign
stills stealing grace
Begging you please
Wanton I am splayed
like petals across
a garden I
am missing you
Lift up my root, hold
me dearly to your breast
Fill me with breath
Take me away
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