beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Pages

Here in my silence

Patient and determined

The quiet, lonely work

Of hours

Writing to finish

Knowing there is no end

My head aches

Your hand at my brow

Knowing part of me

Follows the path I decided

And held apart

From everything

But you, when my attention

Returns

When my fingers slip beneath

Stroke and call your demons

Out,

I find damp, urgent inspiration

Within the pages

Of you

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