Friday, 17 March 2017

Anymore

I don’t crave that glimpse,
Anymore.
 
I don’t dream of your touch,
Anymore.
 
I don’t think of that body,
Anymore.
 
You are an illimitable presence.
A spirit. A clap. A roar.
 
You are that which I can’t ignore,
Anymore.
 

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