Knitted brows, with questions of "what am i thinking?"
Even with no strings attached, my heart always finds path to another, with no ticket, departure tax, or luggage...
Conversations turn eulogies, to longing attitudes of connection, found features, unseen thoughts...like shadows in the black moonlight
My lips were formed to say the words...but knitted brows formed, questions gather, uncertainty settles...
The 3 words "..." (i told you to remember the dots)
Distant feelings, another chapter, a fresh page...my pen, my thoughts, stroke ever so gently on grains of compacted indulgence, favored sayings and "honey kisses"
The 3 words "..." formed in my mouth, to whisper in meaningful air, as the scent of myrrh...drawn by nostrils of desiring hubs...
Essence of catacombs of deep, rich, eternal ecstasy...fall not!...wither not...sweet rose, black rose...
Standing stronger and taller than all other roses!...eyes of acceptance have fallen upon you!...mind of concrete, has cracked in consideration...what is this storm of feelings that spreads a whirlwind of ever blowing..."assured happiness"
"Too soon/ just in time?"
Hence i know not the season, therefore i hover on waters of caution...
signed: sailor in paradise
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