Friday, 5 December 2014

instantly aching

instantly aching
knowing regret
will come but 
life has its cost
while death is safe
longing promises
more than survival

touch the thorn
surrender soft skin
the juice of berries
exacts a price
from the flesh
it feeds
with honey

touching us,
opened souls
togethernesses
foreshadow loss
the costs of love
thread the shroud
of memory

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