I cry when an intricate sheet of rain
showers down to Control the sweet ire storm…
watching the shadows heave down to keep warm
on sordid Secrets and dreams that once came,
worshiped when we felt the fall’s urgent pains
repulsive in the springtime, now Deformed.
felt on our smooth skins as moments conformed
Memories, gossamer threads, we call Tamed.
Love is raw diamond, a white winter Stone-
crushed beneath voids, random with it’s pattern.
an Innocent glance, enticing cologne
nothing so sure, no means which to govern…
so now I reveal my aching heart’s Lust
of visions long Lost- from one summer’s Trust.
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