intensifying years

including the vast array of
nights when we couldn’t stop yawning
the price paid for precious fun
entire weeks where there is
not enough rest to make up for the excitement
showing just enough energies to
introduce the desires
for a real gentile landing of
your lounging on a coushion
inspired to recall much of my past
neutral ground living conditions
growing more and more each passing day
yearning for the touch of your hand
exquisite and delicate like a jungle flower
as i get tired i just have to
remember your kiss and then the time is
suspended for just that one moment

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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