Solace

I cannot resist

The lick of your tongue on my bare shoulders

As you touched the mouth of my goblet

 

I have to forget you,

To stop being captured

By your gaze

I melt

like ice dripping

 

Your body graphed against my skin

In an ebb and flow cycle

I fear being vulnerable

Two souls grappled for

that solace.

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One comment

  1. i found comfort in this poem…i found place in my solitude, so beautiful poem.

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