Solstice
Flow
The way skin
funnels desire
towards spiritual slopes
and thighs
detour
around
the dopest of dope
I fell into hope
wishing I could
stay there
indefinitely,
Faith may have
saved me,
after man
named me
but God
gave me a face
I could not deny
Mornings
with you
are quickly becoming
my soul's
solstice
Neither the lowest of lows
or the highest of
highs can keep me
from reaching
That sweet, my oh my
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2019
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