Love has been referred to as some kind of summoning
A call for something reaching beyond.
A message that is well on its way of becoming
Flirting with the unknown, as it beckons the lost.
A full blown, bodied shell
Where longing goes on for miles
And I’ve been known to wear my longing like a god damed, fucking veil.
I need to shed this solitary for true love’s sacred cloak
Instead of living any longer occupied by these ghosts
Desperately in search of refuge and its promised respite
An anguished angst for scents of honeysuckle
under shades of moonlight
After all, graveyards still grow flowers
Feeding on the souls of the dead
No need for you to call out in despair
Love is just a notion that we fall into
And I’m the scariest thing living there
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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