the return to me

today was now a delicate destruction
horrific would be a bit too strong
ending the pause we have been waiting too long for
reaching out to you once more
each time I think of you is better
talking to you is what I always hope for
until I can no longer
resist the urge to show my ability’s
night time complication of time
tasty temptations taunting trail traversing
only this evening is spacious and spectacular
my attention is desired by you
even my attention is needed from you

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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