Whole
For one whole minute,
Which fekt like eons,
I felt complete,
No holes within me.
My lover, my life,
My everything,
Held me in his grasp.
Time takes its steady pace,
Like water trickling down a mountainside,
When it reaches down to lower springs,
Those few little drops as sweet as honey dew.
Copyright © Brittany Gentry | Year Posted 2011
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