poetical sounds

the loneliness strives amidst the storm
and when i try to catch each drop of
your soul against my palms… i spill
you carelessly on the ground. upon my
knees, i gather what pardon may please
you to give at my sudden neglect: the
heft of expectations, the weight of your
perfection seizes me with intimidation;
and i begin to forget the nights i crave
isolation with you, the solitude in
silence spent in a room with you, from
opposite corners if only to have a cup
of coffee with you… the closest i shall
be, the proximity my cowardice will allow
me to stand near you… gazing into pure
cane, the sweetness you yield— what candy
can i have if it will only melt in my hand

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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