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This word unspoken

tangles in my lips—

unnamed, unborn

and swallowed, sharpens its intent

of freedom and of form

Reborn Desire

leans upon good deeds for her expression

but just one act will satiate

Desire’s sweet obsession

 

As rivers rush to join the sea

oblivious to course

So too, Desire soon will seek

Communion with her Source

And being once betrayed by breath

Decides on circumvention

and holding hostage heart and pen

finds voice and her redemption…..

 

 

Oh, how I        love           you.

 

 

 

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