I remember every; how can I not
Remember the petals opened for me
Every night between words of love ablaut
Myself being loved while loving you free
Enveloped in glee, with my open eyes
Meandering towards your wet flower
Beneath your hand rubbing it to my cries
Entering your fingers with your power
Reminding me what to expect in time
Enlaced with your pussy will be my tongue
Veering to every direction and chime
Engulfing my Dionysian left lung
Relishing in an impossible thought
You and me together while being taught
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An acrostic sonnet dedicated to a tree whose branches hugged me with love in its leaves and wetness on its trunk. I could not see its roots but I felt them in my chest and saw them in my mind.
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Jack Savoretti - I Remember Us
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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