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Monday, March 1, 2021

XXVIII - Succumb

Burning like a thousand flames 
Each the equivalent of a fingertip
Tickling want upon the skin
Of a lover I cannot claim
 
A spark of mystery 
Uncharted land of crevices and cracks
Deploy my hands in a desperate search 
Gracefully guided,  piecing together the tomography that is you
Favoring the mines of your gentle explosions 
In hopes to detonate a mass destruction of resistant
As your pleasure builds beneath my hands
 
Want to back down the mountain but your already up to high
About to succumb to the built in mechanisms that sustain our lives
Mind over matter won’t stop the things in motion 
Won’t stop your body from shaking
 
Chemicals of candescence 
Channel down into your ropey streams
The resistance to which you cling
Is ripping at the seams 
 
Trying to feel an entire soul 
without a touch
Longing to soothe the ache but no such luck

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