Wednesday, September 04, 2013

the misery last night
crawls over the clean linens
without us

i sleep on the floor
as i humble myself to the goddess of
slumber

when i wake up
light pierces through the panes

let me tell you
that in my misery God touches me
deeply

in the layers of my emptiness
somehow

warmth is built
imitating the essence of your
thighs and breasts
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