30 September, 2011

“almost and always”

janiek

the shade of his eyes rivalled the shadows
looming in the corner of my life
his aura agitating my boundaries
almost and always there
staring
we longed for our momentary gaze
to fall into itself
surrendering into a love affair
traces hidden in those faces and places
glaring
daring our desires
past a full moon midnight
where we lay waiting
for the sirens quietly screaming
blaring
the years never stopped yearning
molten desires quivered quietly
smoldering softly; burning
yesterday”s sheets still blowing in the wind
airing

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