Tell me you love me

I quote the moans that whisper the

very last breath

Before I wake again

depth again, slumbered —-“are you sure this is what you—-‘

Proceeding to find this , tongue

I thought of a need, less of saying


Grasping again this–aura, “was it………


Biting now, this act of—–

Story time.

“I won’t question to say anything more than —air”

—-Mitchell, Tierra ae


Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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