Here it comes,
with treacherous sweat
at the fingertips.
Lightning surging,
rushing the veins;
euphoria and you taking over.
My body, now a magnet,
a reversed black hole,
dragging itself over.
How is this blessing,
a ravenous curse
of inescapable love?
By R. J. Davis
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Poems; Thoughts
PoetryA book of original poetry for those days lacking lustre, days where you need connection--to read something that makes you feel a little less isolated from the world. I welcome you to my book, Poems; thoughts: a collection of love, weakness, strength...
