In the dark
a... single beam shines brightest
at the mouth of the tunnel
the hand is anaemic
The glass is almost full and...senses,
The drop of a fresh flavour
Rings that sink at the juncture
Rings that summon your aim
To stare at you it’s hardly the same
motto
Monochrome: we’ve found a colour to match a voice
Fingers are moist...from the absence of friendship
And the invitation for intimacy
My mind unravels with yours
New revelation still abhors
But sprouts spores of truth and reality
It’s not a dream that in less time
You know my life
And add to it.....meaningfully
Are we meant to be?
I know your ways
Why can’t you see that....you host a tongue
to praise?
Only His consent is necessary....
Like the enigma you are
I hope this journey clears... the scars...
......of prejudice.....
Like the enigma you are
I hope... this journey... carries us far...
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