Like smoke, it eludes me
mysterious, absent
ever changing and fluid
love is and it isn't.
Deep breathes I inhale
to touch, own
such peril
love is and isn't for sale.
Like a fool I wait
matches to strike
create sulphurous air
but it is and it isn't hate.
--Diva
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago
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