Tuesday, April 18, 2017

A little death

The death begins when
you simply
walk into the room

First, you steal my breath
Then my thoughts
and all my senses

The rigormortis
of anxious

stiffens each muscle
as you walk
in my direction

You kiss my flushed cheek
and this world
all but disappears

April PAD Day 18 - life or death

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