Breathing fills me
I quiver
Waiting, aching
The fine strands of you
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Well a prisoner you shall be and utter in ecstasy. Nice poem, I hope the person you are writing it for feels the same.
Garcon, bucket of ice-water, please? I love it. It reminds me a lot of Ulrike Gerbig, a friend of mine and fellow poet. You would do well to read her work. I was serious about the bucket thing... ams