the essential we.

if you could hear my fingertips

upon your wounded skin

youd stand in drafted simple shock

at self and soul and sin

of simple pleasures long held on

to bank all that we think

in long instructed solitude

smeared sharp in devils ink

and in small space of freedoms now

and gently tugging light

youd scrape right back in soft sweet


found just: in lovers sight.

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One Response to the essential we.

  1. I have heard your fingertips – your like of my post tthe spirit of adventure doubled your love. Thank you!

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