Yours
A poem from my book, Quarantine Dream Scenes
you write about fucking
unspeakable foolish dizziness
your treasures
morning relaxation and
evening prayers
such sweet scents hung in the air
the light glittered in
her heavy lidded golden eyes
glowing like candlelight in
the dark night
a kiss that stretched out and
danced
imperceptible thoughts veiled
held back
the way cheerful crimson sunlight
tucks itself away in the treeline
to warn you of the
coming darkness
secrets uttered without meaning
the afternoon dream
her body against your body
she soothingly murmured
just behind your ear
she could tell neither life nor death
scarcely compared to
the bliss of being yours
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Molly Caitlin Long
22 - Artist - Poet - Fiction & Fantasy
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