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#Inktober2018, Poems,

Inktober – Day 14: Clock

you were a wandering traveller
i was the eternal sands of time
you planted your tent pegs in my grains
and spread your mat on the pieces of me

like a ready handmaiden
i was unravelled at the touch of your cold fingers
my heat was erotic
i thawed the ice in your lungs

we were sufficient;
enough for each other
i sipped cold wine
from the cup of your lips
it was Pure Heaven

but our love grew weary
my embers fanned out
your ice exited your body as tears

i watched you fold your tent
and walk away

i thought you’d stay forever
everyone promises forever
until they find someone

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