Primal Pleas
by sloanranger
I contend,
with primal pleas:
my body trusts
that things will remain
as they are, until
all obstacles are breached.
If there is an end,
it will not see ...
a point of enough,
where it is plain
that it will
require no more of you... of this.
And even then,
should I desire to leave,
to no longer trust
your love's claim,
my heart will not tire.
It will not say:
I want no more - need no more
of you, of this -
I am filled... and reached.
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Passing Strange
PoetryA collection of poetry dealing with love in all its stages. I hope you discover something to your liking.
