beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Photograph

That photograph

You took of my soul

The sun of my desires

At play on the oceanic depths

Of you

Has it curled at the edges?

Is it bleached from inattention

Do you look at it?

Have I ebbed to translucence

Or am I still flesh and blood

Does the warm throb of me

Call to you still?

I know the answer 

Captured forever

A single unending

Story

Told 

An image

At a time

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