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Hopes...

Your kiss as tender
as the wounds of fate
coiled around and under
and beyond the hopes-
they say do not exist,
neither do I;
You cuddle, and touch me;
my breasts tingle, painfully
the way it had,
years ago
when a guileless child
had lived his life.
I look into those eyes
Ah! Those narrations
and phrases,
written in cursive
on a grey, endless slate.

Can I touch those words!

BY
POETESS LAGNA PANY