Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch Nights
Where was I,
absent?
In thoughts of abstinence
You crawl, like the leach
and I am your wall
Against a stream
unlocking
dreams
Of a shadow-less room
I know, what you want
to do
But
Your fingers slip through
-- the air.
Copyright © Madrigal Franch | Year Posted 2014
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