Slow slithering burning oozing longing
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Thoughts: Slow and fast

The restlessness in me
When the big broad
Shoulders are missing
In action
And when the hands
Are far off
And the fingers are further apart

What do I do with myself
When I know
I have to be calm
And busy
And cool
And chilling
And at easel
And be easy

What do I do then
When I am with myself
In your company
I have learnt to miss you now
It has not been easy
This journey
And yet I am blissful
And happy
For who we are
Rather than brood for
What is not

Yes, my thoughts
Are at pace with my breath
I hear them slow and easy
When you are near
Very near.



Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-09-07 at 17:36

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Deeps, a very good write, by a very good wordsmith.
Ken
2017-09-07


shells
Passionately beautiful.
2017-09-07