Again
Look inside a peppered glass of reasonWhat is coming-
Where I've been but only bolder
Into this, I see a brutal colored flower
Opening...
Thorny bristles turn to velvet
Hearing
Seeing
Thinking
Thoughts of you
Longing for a touch I fear and dream of
Holding tenderness again without a stab of pain
Indefinite, we linger 'mongst ourselves
Within this tiny caste of things.
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