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To The Bone
Date: 3/15/2017, Categories: Love Poems, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories
To the bone, flayed through flesh and torn away from the tendons and ligaments of a tortured body. Moans of regret, mourning sensitivity, singular loss before. You have felt it before and wish for it no more, no more with the suffering, rejected and escaping, and waiting patiently for your destiny, writ in your sleepless dreams. It is the last time that your eyes seek to see someone passing through dusty corridors, of echoing shouts in the language of fear, until they dim, without shedding your tears that have built up but were dammed, unwept, and the echoes fade away. Are you looking for love or have you found it, without pain or yearning, or precious loss, easily with no struggle, have you found it unbound, in the ashes of the past conflagrations of emotions, touching the flesh and the burn like a tattoo, branding you. To the bone, agony of lack, torment of luck, of suffering for your sensibility, your empathy, heartfelt sympathy, breathlessly waiting for synchronicity, they will appear, they will be there forever for you. Let me in, let me be the one and only, for my soothing touch can heal, can be your salve of newfound expectations, exulting, leaping up with delight, as no more regrets, as I touch the flesh, and caress away the duress, stress will drain from your body, your treasured, fevered, fervent body of fearlessness, of hopes and dreams, of thoughts of love unbounded. Let me in and my touch will radiate to the bone, to the flesh, and the tendons, and the ligaments, the Promethean body, not tortured now, but heart still beating, giving its fire to me.
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