He wears the only token
that I had to offer.
It is merely a peek
at what represents me.
We were blessed
with this intermissioin
to allow our knowing to flourish.
Beyond our cumbersome circumstance,
we will celebrate the combustion
of this blood-thirsty passion.
You are a finely tuned banjo
that I discovered in an attic,
waiting for my ardent fingers
to retrieve it's hibernating melody.
Poetry, Rants, Expressions, Stories both fictional and non-fiction, and otherwise worthy collections of words.
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