You always tell me to relax
I want to lose my mind
With you.
Bloodied and bruised, I return from the desert knowing exactly what I need
So clear to me now
Now that you are gone
Are you gone?
Tell me you are gone
Anything but this silence
All heart beats and head rushes,
I dangle from your olive branch
Tired, alone and increasingly in love with you
Don’t forgive me.
Love me.
Touch me.
Make me lose my mind
There is no time to relax
We have love to make
Poetry
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