Monday 12 November 2018

Spark




Tampered edges
Skin it pulses
Scent of him
It repulses

Guarded mind
Sheltered heart
Voices they echo
Time keeps
Them apart

Thrown into
The wild
Eyes gather
Tights lather

Dripping dropping
Night scented air
He is like a rabbit
In her snare


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