Temple
Your body of work
My temple
I've come to worship
Fingers grazing lightly across the ink spilled pages
your beautiful soul laid out before me
Your minds a flowered field I find myself running to
Through the windows of you
those dark eyes ever enticing
Gateway to the wanted world
Lost in limerance, closing the door on the darkness behind me
Copyright © Kelly Hawkins | Year Posted 2024
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