Saturday, April 14, 2012

Shift.

You swallowed me in the depth

of your eyes,

And I melted in the waves

of your voice

As I tasted the strength

of your emotions.

Then,

In the madness of the

sweet, smooth rush

of this goodness

You embraced me in the

promise of your hold

And I believed in you.

But,

In my drunken stupor

to your fantastic promise

I kissed the dust

of your boots.

And while in my state of shock

...you run...


©Naan Pocen

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