Dilettante's Workshop

Unshed

All these thoughts and questions whirling
Unceasing
With the time for purging yet to come

I know that you don't understand
Just as strongly as I know that neither do I

Except that I think the gap would be bridgable
If only you thought the gap was bridgable
Dam damn that unbridgable gap

Just one small stone somewhere that fits
And I look at the endless field of unexplored stones

Jazz and love and wine and even God all hollowed out
Skin dead and my lips miss being swollen
Deaf without that little moan you make when I finally get it just
right
oh god oh god I hope your scent can be drowned in the ocean

disengage

As much as I weepdragmyfeetfacetinglingworldshattering to say goodbye
How I long to be alone

Need to feel the pounding misting spray as the waves crash on the
shore

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