My Shadow, My Dear Likeness, To My Dust Never Part Me
Oh my concentrated multitudes
of long lost contact
twixt u and I , my dear one
pressed souls, felt bodies
deep into my flesh and bones
you have risen in me
a closed door, hidden from
all who seek, no key existing.
Only gentle kisses, to wetten
Locked bolt ever open.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2015
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