Hug me and never let go
Bones crush and fuse together
Nerve endings rush forward
to meet and mate;
memories marry and multiply
Your blood flows in our veins
Our heart beats as one
Yes, you complete me.
No prompt. A poem that formed as I walked home from work. To the love I might never have. I drink to my incompleteness and to the month that dawns tomorrow, that expects me to dig deep into my literary loins every single day, 30 days in a row.
It is like something I was writing about void. Like the incompleteness lingering even at the end.
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