Thursday, June 23, 2011

Your Sadness

Your sadness
fills me with

Of failing bodies
we talk of
treacherous blood, aching sinew,
swelling hearts, fiery love’s
dream, passion’s youth
fading to dull pain.

I want to pass the night
locked in your fresh embrace
but time
darkly intervenes,
shadows impenetrably
lie between.

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