I want our love to have nothing to cling to
Not the words you spoke to me in the dark
Not the marks you left on my neck
Not the demons that chased me through the night
Thinking a man like you was impossible to satisfy
Our love should be carried on the wings of doves
To someplace where mysteries settle on jagged mountaintops

Love like ours must be free

Each day that passes our love should be new
Each touch that burns me must be as the last
I want to experience you like a gift that one must return
And receive anew every day to unwrap from its forbidden box

copyright: m. carless * excerpt/elephant journal


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