Some Poetry

O sweet elixir,that covers my eyes
and steals my breath.
For one succinct moment,
I held you in my reserved embrace.
Casted in warmth and understanding,
Laughter and reverence,
Love and Pain.
Molded only for You and I.

1/2010
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Vite.2/8/10

A sweet excruciation,
leaves me wilted and broken.
Tired and faded,
much like a photograph left in the blistering sun.
To soon to be forgotten,
To soon to be extinct.
Laboriousand weighted.
To walk the path that he has trod.
To follow meekly behind.
My thirst for rest is yet to be quenched.
On the brink of defeat,
I find comfort in a hand pulling me up, the path already trodden.
It is explicit and intoxicating.
Gentle and sweet.
The prize is won.
The line is near.
All that is left,
is for me to endure.

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