Opaque… desire undisclosed;
An empty everydayness stalls,
Awaiting your return.
Caught in the shackles of your scent
In voiceless rain all dreams descend
Your absence to conceal.
Blissfully blinded to your faults,
Forgiven lips your touch exalts
And draped in colour, burn.
And when my eyelids blossom grief,
Their longing will caress in sleep
‘Till they unlearn to feel.
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vic briggs 