Plush

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Precipice beckons

I waver before darkened fall

ill fitting skin irritates

senses attuned

oppressive menace lurks beneath knowing

compelling care within each gesture

senses alert

bells of warning toll

the day is long

arduous

nerves frayed

soft speech offers comfort

knowing revokes force of obscurity

I am immersed

suspended within your perception

sheer physicality

force of presence overcomes tender hooks

calmed

I fall to my knees

your beauty makes me weep

 

 

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27 comments on “Plush

  1. What a wonderful final line.
    I really love your POETRY 😉

  2. redgladiola says:

    Like the inner conflict! Nice poem.

  3. This was like a lullaby to me-when reading it to music. Lovely! 🙂

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