Sunday 2 August 2020

Cloak of Desire : A Poem

I refuse to wake 
to another morning 
of mourning your absence
as desire lingers & drifts away
like a dreary cloak of the dark
to fade into black abyss.

Let us go beautifully blind 
as midnight strands 
of insatiable lust glisten
& evolve to magic of love
'twixt our seeking skins.


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