Love’s passages
the pacing night
wading through time
like blue pain smiling
the soothing voices
late night whispers
cross distant plains
that lull hummingbirds
the frenzied train rides
Manhattan encounters
consuming kisses surround
for soft thighs brushing
the cool sheets calling
hungry arms finally, finally…
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
I love this poem! Beautifully sensual.
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