Tuesday, July 5, 2016

[Poetry] The Death of Passion

here we lie,
our bones crumbling beneath the weight of our skin,
re-enacting youthful passions
(hot embraces
on forgotten white sands)
with the restless movements of our too-thin hands,
long ago mated at the altar,
as they make a mad scramble
for the remote

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