page

and a page is turned

adjusted the candle for ready words

the morning brings revised desperation

we reach for imagined bliss

and succeed

I love her like the Icelandic language

hold steady the fire of desire

that left us forgetful and wailing about

the emotion claimed kindling and we stood unharmed as the bonfire bitched

honest were every breathed sentence I've ever spoke

the were given to you like gold bricks wrapped in wonder

Reviews

[Moon]

Wonderfully written !

[Periac]

thank you

[Moon]

you are welcome