Drawing/Sketch · free verse · Mixed media · pen/marker · pencil · poetry

AuVi.n#877:k5

. . . play me a whisper

when my heart sheltered of an undying love.

. . . leave that ground and touch my sole

where I needed to reminded that I may lay

on the ground to believe that I held you where you were not.

. . . to make my mind a fertile soil of evil lust among women

that always makes me more wanting of such sin,

not against them for I am always left dried and soulless

in the absence of what should be what love was meant to be.

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