Be As It May
Tender tears pass slowly across a cheek.
Emotions leave unchecked.
It is a beginning. It is the end.
Wayfarer, how do you go?
Leave me be but say something.
Anything as my finger touches.
The silky wet.
A journey. A passing.
Try. Stop. I am your just.
Seems pleasant somehow.
Copyright © Donna Polotnik | Year Posted 2009
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