Thursday, 5 June 2014

Just one more.

Loosely,
I weave,
without knots,
flowers into a basket.

Petals to caress you,
a feather
to sign my name onto your skin.

A bubble from your bath
to tattoo your name
into my soul.

All very platonic,
as perforce it must be.

Under the duress of distance
I believe in you,
unreservedly.

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