Nirvana
It's cold embrace takes me
A gasp fills my lungs
The first time I've felt full
I understand clarity
It speaks purely in tongues
Mimicking the devil
A troubling familiarity
The burning ache
My body soothes
Ghostly hands take me softly
Nirvana I shall betake
I lie still in her grooves
Nirvana, I await
Copyright © Pamela Shepard | Year Posted 2021
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