this whispered touch
middle finger caress
splits open -borders
a wounded heart
to bleed love
and flow your way
dreamt you held
these broken bones
crushed dream -hoarder
i offered you
my orange creamsicle
spiked with fear
perched atop
you slink below
covered silk -corridor
i whisk away…
you needed more
rain to pour
chasing me into trouble
under the gun -again
and now i will never be free
Best use of orange creamsicle in the history of man…
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