Yearning
The yearning and
Every tender throb And gentle ache
That embodied you,
Has vanished into the gloomy void.
Now, at night, you arrive
Unsmilingly, to rest with me
A lifeless, frigid weapon
Upon my feverish, pulsating essence.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2023
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