A sliver of pain hanging in the midnight ink
Don’t be silly, that’s the moon he says
As his lips nuzzle my ear
Sending zillions of pleasure pulses racing to my synapses
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with all those unanswerable questions there is pain of loss and happiness given by conspiring universe.nice poem
A lovely poem written from the inner recesses of the heart. A well articulated narrative about the distress that goes with bliss of love. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.