A certain relic
perhaps of family note
we do imagine
recall
this symbolic aspect
always known
reminders of
who, why, where
we all might have come
from when.
Would I desire
her own
in my arms
where waking alone
I realize
her words
the beautiful dance in my eyes
could let me feel
you.
If wings might fly
only
hold her in my arms
allow her skin
might sense is real
this touch
for she is not invisible
just beautiful
a lovely being
of fire and love and zeal
touch heart touch soul
touch …
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Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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