Anguish
Oh my heart
keep beating though
there is a hole
in my chest so large
it defies description
To have passion
for such a beauty
with a compassionate
heart and soul.
But yet I’m rejected
The scent of spices
brings me back
to intimate embraces,
private smiles and giggles,
sensual passion beyond compare
Anguish,
Yearning,
Pain,
Despair,
My heart aches but still beats
TLR 8-1-17
Copyright © Tom Rutherford | Year Posted 2017
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