Don’t try to tell me there is more
I have seen it
No
felt it
As the branches of daylight grew
the raging heart of existence began to roar
I waited for you to ask
waited for you to notice
waited
Life often seems a continuity of patience
Once hope is breached and your spirit has danced amongst the light
there is no return
The simplicity I longed to hear, whispered through the tips of your fingers
would dispel the shadows and ignite the mystical
I would be ripped apart, fused in sublime illusion
And as the sun rose further, rose to a glimmering wonder
it would transpire, as we drank herbal tea, that nothing sparks inner desires
quite like the gentle touch of your beauty
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