My Lot with Love

wilted rose

Allow tactile whims
To twist silk behind ears
Ensue to delicate cheek
Wipe away salty waves
My caverns comprise your sorrows
Waves from feathered lashes
The stream
Regret
Compels
Elusive lips quiver
Sooth
Tiny lines
Of fingertips
Leach sorrows
From latest dismay
Leave
Confidant
My role played
As always

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