hazey

i peel our nakedness

from sunset streaked

tears and

egyptian cotton sheets,

hazed purples, reds, and blues..

to reach for the shadowed ghosts

of me and you

and ponder

sweet succulence that drips from

thighs, lips and fingertips...

(it)

cannot mask

the hated joy

of pleasured pain

and heart pangs,

or the weight of legs

and arms,

twined tightly

against

shattered souls.

i know

u know

we know

.....................................

i offer all that i am to all we could become

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often over-rated, sometimes tears are nothing more that ... tears