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Come, My Love
Come my love, come rest with my brittle bones, I call you from my dark tomb- Can you hear me? I so miss those thrilling days of our yesterday, when our life was full of wild e d g e s each day! Yes, float from your bed and drift among stones, my tomb waits beneath that weeping tree. Oh, how I miss you now I am gone to death, come love, and give my bones your breath! You kiss my engraved name, because our love stills burns like a flame. Yes, claw the g r o u n d - love to claim! I hear your sad tears . . . Let go of all your fears, I have waited years in this cold g r o u n d ! Yes, my love in this chest- rest my ruined-bones, trace the e d g e s and lift the lid to see! Come and lay beside my dead-bones! I so miss those thrilling days of our yesterday, when our life was full of wild e d g e s each day. Feel my touch so filigree . . . Within my arms you drape, and slowly my body takes shape, my grasp gives no escape! Now, kiss my dead cold lips, my love, and stay until the song of the mourning dove, then drift up above! _________________________ September 1, 2017 Written for the contest, Ground Edges sponsor, John Lawless
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