Monday, March 18, 2013

Cerebral Contortion





Longing contorts the present
For we cannot touch
Shadow-and-whisper essence
Echoes and such

Yet, in their keen rendering
Of tormenting bliss
Awareness surrenders
To memory’s kiss

J~
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