Random Thoughts


dreaming of holding you
soft lips
exaggerating modern
tongue slips

oh how I cried I wanted you
all of you
you're pure and simple in my hand
and your hands

you're human like me I didn't allow
not static
there find no complaint, just blindness
you grow...

can I help it, the way I change
I want you
I still want you to be near
kiss me true

but here you've shared a part (ed. note: or is that "apart"?)
of yourself
and why is it I no longer want that part
for mine

I hold my hands cupped to the rain (your song)
please rain
magic air you breathe, grey when you leave
share with me

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© Huw Powell

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