My shadow, my dear likeness, to my dust never part me

Oh my concentrated multitudes/
of long lost contact/
twixt u and I , my dear one/
pressed souls, felt bodies/
deep into my flesh and bones/
you have risen in me/
a closed door, hidden from/
all who seek, no key existing./
Only gentle kisses, to wetten/
Locked bolt ever open./
Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS |

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. I enjoy your poetry. I just thought I would let you know. Cheers! ^_^

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Many thanks! I aim to reach just one persons heart. Hope it was yours.

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