it drains, the silence relieves some pains,
the nights, they darken, they dilate
shorter- when no one complains.
The less in me the more there is to hide,
I mourn not those I see but what I
felt inside.
Sweet, sweet are your lips-
I taste them fondly when I close my eyes.
Will this, too, leave my mouth, my taste
like that first bloom breeze, this memory shakes me Whole-
Gentle moment, missing friend
this time please stay for awhile?
I Am dangling this in front of you,
thought it's not what I wish to admit;
I've learned to suppress these lustful thoughts,
but without them, will I exist?
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