no comfort here

beloved
hiding above the tempestuous sun
and beneath the marauding stars
fingers shaking
I extend my arms
the layman’s moon is within reach
gentle and giving
not you
your condemning avoidance
bitter cold like ice shards
when will you come to me
when will you let me caress
when will you comfort me
as I do you
words of mine…

Wingless

Wingless

rendered a few months ago and still waitin’ on those wings 😉

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