Healing Back In

Embittered lime slices, that were cut abrasively- making cutting knife rasp with pain endlessly, is left of a heart wrung in dry and high on the shores of love sea that is still tossing in lunar ecstacy, wound had bled tears acidic and abyss sad. Unsate and childlike at the dry cherries of a mother bosom hungry me was on a chase like a bird shot eyes forlorn in anticipation and heart thudding at the slightest driblet of a look and hook of warmth sweet I found you looking in from drify soul's door ajar. Coincidence and confluence made us what we are pals and smiling ghosts of the grievous green amour scars fulfilling and filling like nectar in cookie you held me afar brought scarily near and left those wispy soft marks the soul was no forlorn sole but paired without a mar. treasures I do treasure as I tread the treachery mare all care, that is adequate, is spent in keeping it frame bare as we build the palace slow,low and aglow with emotions and slight passion caressing the hurts that still hurt painlessly deep down in core bastion I vow and stow and grow to keep you in my stride,style and stashin'. Guess you would not be bud crusher!