I can't think straight...
every night i empty my heart
but by morning its full again
slow droplets of you seep in
through the nights soft caress
at dawn i overflow with thoughts of us,
an aching pleasure
that gives me no respite
love cannot be contained
the neat packaging of desires splits asunder
spilling crimson through my days,
long languishing days
that are now bruised
tender with yearning
spent searching for a fingerprint
a scent, a breath, you left behind
~Kelly Moss
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