Stumbling, stuttering,falling, to shatterthose dreams and desiresthat haunt my half woken hoursof that auspicious nightwhen I touched you,a brush, a glance,no matter for,turned outside in,the sky becamethe path I trod and tread,painful reminderof all those days,in bed, alone,unrequited.
Published on October 30, 2017 05:59