Secrets. He told me, in that quiet place. Were
memories of when my younger days were devoured and savored by the lion
of lust.
We held hands.
A whisper chased in liquid ears.
A look of a giant into naive eyes.
Relinquishing these rays of the antiquated night
I yearn for what only flashes to the finish of nothing satisfying.
Friday, April 29, 2011
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