Touched by you, I am
Eclipsed:
Wanton, we gather superficially at the
Center of warm flesh,
Decoding one another's fractured forms.
I feel, for all purposes, in a
Self-defeating sense, Desire
Of tidal proportions, an Oceanic
Onrush, only to be drowned in.
"Eclipse"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
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