There is something
I still want
despite passing time
the only hope
this faint gleam
in tarnishing distance
worn album of memories
your blurred smile
on a face I cannot forget
out of your arms
into your arms:
the boy ran
in a dream that ended
as jarringly as
I love you
go ahead, lay in bed
smoldering, touching in ways
we no longer
wanting nothing
beyond intimacy
in the shared darkness
each effort new
hands filled with sand
never measuring up
my dilapidated book
your glinting beauty
still sears me
I still want
despite passing time
the only hope
this faint gleam
in tarnishing distance
worn album of memories
your blurred smile
on a face I cannot forget
out of your arms
into your arms:
the boy ran
in a dream that ended
as jarringly as
I love you
go ahead, lay in bed
smoldering, touching in ways
we no longer
wanting nothing
beyond intimacy
in the shared darkness
each effort new
hands filled with sand
never measuring up
my dilapidated book
your glinting beauty
still sears me
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