I will share with you my
bread and salt, my
wealth is this passion and
to that I claimed your right
long before you laid your claim
to me.

my quiet guide, of
childlike heart but
ageless spirit, every thing
that comes out of your mouth
is an opus. my descent
into fierce fervor
was as smooth
as the sweet skin
over your sternum
where I lay my head to sleep,
after you are lost to
dreaming.

03/02/2014

Author's Note: JM

Posted on 03/10/2014
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