sentiment/sediment

If I could’ve only

done one thing

then it would be enough for me.

To free your mind of malice

 

I’d take you up

like a challenge in my arms

and plant a thousand

imprints of my lips

to sip the sadness from you

 

& when you’re lying on the sofa,

dogged by thoughts and shunning sleep,

I’ll wrap the ghost of me around you

keep you all inside,

contain you,

stop your soul from slipping out

& feeling incomplete

 

circa mid Nov

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