Mossy Love

  
Unlike the lascivious thrill seeking a staid life,

heel shadows squeezed in pavement cracks,

one replaces the gaps, pure continuous spill,

fills pores of emptiness, salty sea of exertion,

a satiety unknown til now, she, moss-ful mind.

I miss the way you walk alone apace with love.

 

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