I have not Felt it

I have not felt it


love is the fruit, the smell of goodness

but tastes of dishonesty

love is the secret buried on your lips

so that the silence cannot awake it

Love is the sacred madness we crave

in times of enjoyment -------------------

and yet , i have not felt any of it....



Love is barefoot loneliness

in search of laughter

and bright eyes

in search of warmth

and the soul that is caught between

sweat stained sheets

and yet, i have not felt any of it



Love is words written to remember

As the brush of his breath dances your skin

and the nakedness of each moment

Coming alive from your weakness

Wishing the day would not end

and yet

and yet

i have not felt any of it.



Love is to me the giving of pleasure and the

birth of beginnings

The collective calmness that destroys us ----


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