Cliche
By 1stpoet
Cliché My memory floats like dust within your mind radiantly reflective when candles of pleasure are present Settled, heavy coating you if the dampness of sorrow sheds tear in your heart Your fingers trace through me finding polished past times so comforting to recline into as you float on my caress It is said "Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust" time goes by, and we breakdown with each other I form a blanket lightly outstretched touching you ever so gently I am swept away. © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 07:22 PM PST 0 • 8
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