by Adam Sifre
will we begin again?
We are a wheel
First touch
first kiss
first heat
They fade, disappear, come back again.
Spokes in our wheel.
When again shall we begin again?
I hold you and feel myself spin
caught in the whirlwind of thrill -
the world, saturated with your scent.
We hold each other,
fly apart
find each other.
Swoon.
When again
shall we begin again?
Who knows and always.
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A poem. Because sometimes the right words change everything.
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The spin is the thing.
Really like this, Adam. Like what you said, and the way you said it *
Enjoyed.
"Spokes in our wheel."
Yes.*
Love the last line. *
Nice!
A very late thank you to everyone for reading.