Category Archives: Stories, poems and more
Tagged love, my love, prose, UGblogweek
When words fail me,
the touch of my lips against yours
soft, delicious and warm,
is all I yearn for
in these fleeting moments,
it’s the only language I wish to speak.
Tagged change, prose, reclamations
Lest I drown,
hold my hand.
Lest I fall back into these deep waters,
hold it firm.
Lest these thorn rip me apart again,
Hold my hand, bring me back.