This Violence of Affection

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How I long for you,
my sweetest thing.
Only your balm of love,
might ease the sting.

My trembling heart,
such a sweet affliction.
It’s the price I pay 
for my new addiction.

No time that passes,
no distance travelled,
can make me whole.
I’ve come unravelled.

What have you done 
to touch me so?
Might I beg a kiss 
before you go?

Now, alone to think,
questions abound.
Have I lost myself?
Can I be found?

Much like a soldier,
I’ve often waited,
steadfast and bold,
for something fated.

A new day is dawning.
The hour draws near.
We break new ground,
my thoughts unclear.

This violence of affection
gives me pause for self reflection.

Published 9 years ago

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