Taking Leave of My Senses

a poetess read this to me in such a way she made me feel my own words anew

Poet Dreamersteves Shack

taste your soul on mine

where evil has no part

so these hearts find a way to be

each other’s

forever

tender cobwebs of you

in the place of my thoughts

all night long

caught

awaiting the only mate of death

warmer in the sight of those morning eyes

looking up at me

I never stopped loving you

each step I take I find your ghost

constantly haunting my soul

sleep with my spirit so I can rest

 …

the mountains

we climbed

are mere shadows

scattered behind the deep caverns

we dug to hide our fears

 …

you will know I have sculpted your words

in the closet of my emptiness

no one but you and I will know

you posed for it

 …

why do I need you

 …

you replenish me

even your mistaken words I use to find hope

breaking down changes

in a…

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