Cinquain V
water
murmurs softly,
through the cool of exhaled
breath, against the stones it whispers,
secrets
secrets,
gently spoken,
lonely unbeckoned words,
hidden deep within broken hearts,
aching
aching,
melting sorrow
pours viscous and endless,
caressing emotions that hide
within
within
this emptiness
sprouts the seed of desire,
where blooms love’s flower, bathed in sweet
water
04/01/2018
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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