January 2010
10 posts
When your hands I desire better than desire, finally wring again, feeling emptied-out from the over-fullness of simply having to hold their only other hands; when your heart, my heart too my love, hollowed by aching owed you through ages, finally softening, sinks again in longing sickness; when the transparence of temporary presence, finally thins to a paleness you can no longer touch, or be...
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