shelter

a flame
fumbles for purchase
amidst this wild tumultuous
rush of desire,
yet calms
these quivering lips,
so damp with expectation.

what
danger leads you back into these arms?

what
pleasures shall we feast upon?

how
long till fear sends you running hence,
like it did before?

I care not for answers,
nor for fire
nor rain.

I need not know from whence,
or why you came.

I need only to know
the freedom found
in giving once again.

So give it here…
and then let’s do it again.
let’s give it like we used to,
slipping through time without end.

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on October 31, 2023.