“Of passion”


“Of passion”

Longing for the moments of life when it was {is} passion,
extreme and pure
and nothing else.
No in betweens or just breathing
No just existing
No dragging
No monotonous tasks

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Once. (Our first post!)

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Play me to sleep, my lover.

Diamonds and pearls and gifts taste like
bitter dust
on my tongue.
But the chords you play make love to my ears –
The words you sing tickle my lungs because
I have to breathe them in before someone else steals them from me. Continue reading