Camelot

Camelot

Sunday, October 23, 2016

I Must Remember



Of all the things
I must remember
When memory
Fails me
And my veined flesh
Is parchment thin

It's the sensations

I close my eyes
And reminisce

His touch
A cool
Gentle breeze
Caressing
My heated skin

While beneath
His stony exterior
So hard to tell
An inferno simmers
Near boiling
Into the fire
I fell
Fell
Fell

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