A Debt Paid In Prose

Inspiration strikes,
Perspiration rife,
Takes a hold,
Yearning for footing.

Unexpected muse,
Self reflective tools,
She helps bring,
Healing and focus.

Charismatic tongue,
An automatic lunge,
From my minds eye,
To her purt lips.

I forgot a part of her,
Yet,
She knows a part of me,
Connected,
More so now than ever.

Thank you is,
Wasted verbiage,
I owe you though,
Gartered lineage.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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May 21, 2016 at 12:39 AM
Rohan Moran, you did well here. skat
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