Narcotic

I lean further than permitted isolation means

Only to feel the distance of your cheek.

Dawning pastel skies stream to silence

Before I let sorrow speak.

Beautiful narcotic melancholy,

Truth – bitter-sweet

Too, so fleeting

Before unconscious numb seeps

Into perspective once more.

Til then, I hope to weep,

Deep frays healing

With every step on naked feat.

 

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