Some how this got deleted and I wanted it here. So, I'm re posting.
Mile High
My heart breaks every time I see your face
I am reminded of the bareness that has
taken over in the cavity of my stomach.
It’s not that I want you; it’s that I need it.
I must feel this warmth and taste
sweet words on your lips.
But these honeyed verses are not meant for me,
They are designed for another.
And your lips are not meant,
to be so close to mine.
- JC
1 comment:
wow, that was an incredible poem
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