Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, October 10, 2008

Wake up to my kiss upon your soul...

My fingers gently felt the breath of love, as the whisper of your name quivered from my lips. The embrace of a lifetime is placed before thee, sent in my every morning kiss.

Awaken to the dark of the morning, when the sun is yet to rise, hold closed your eyes and feel the implosion of my heart, soul and mind.

The tears still fall with a chill, trembling I know not what this game, as the Lord sent your love to me and distances it, so the hunger remains.

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