magik made in meals and love/ 38/ soul love saga

Our river runs through it.

Radio active pollutions.

on the banks green edge

The compression on my chest

Is as constant as my pulse to live

My heart is suffocating

To its on  beat

As loneliness settles in

A fixture that turns on and off at will

Leaking out pheromones

Unable to be kept

Bottled tight

Stranger than these moments

Passing are the simple reflections

Of what life could be

With each quick glance

Shut off valves with conversations

Prime year void of the

Connection between partners

Or desires between lovers

Trace elements of complex

Relationships when eyes meet

Or a hand touches another

Unspoken words

Magic made in love and meals

Upheaval and dismay

I clean to be strong pushing

Through attitudes and misconceptions

And never ending battles

Of obstacles that are life

Just so I  can feel the sun

Warm my skin

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