He wore a new coat
And I thought shamelesslyOf him without it,
Without any clothes at all;
I wanted to strip away
Our exteriors-As beautiful as his is-
But I want to know him
And be known.
His arms are strong
They can hold me
Oh gentle current
Sweet, darling Fate
Take me to him,I've waited so long.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}