Hitch-Hiking
Oblivion
Passions
imprisoned by own inhibitions
And
insecurities escaping into freedom,
Now
cold and hungry by comfortable
Indifference
in the common bed we shared.
Memories
when your touch set my soul on fire,
Long
since faded in the aftermath of Habit’s reign.
Kisses
of desire in the pantry, but rarely on the menu.
Knowledge
lies contented in musty censure of soft
Words
lost in dictionary, ignorant of need for expression,
Tender
heart hitch-hiking oblivion, searching Optimism’s
Closet
for footprints of love’s flame, to ignite the bonfire of
Passion that will lead you back home where you belong.
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