Poem ~ Whispers of Death

Silken skin softly,
offers smooth caress.

Too many days have passed,
since before.

Alas, too few times show,
what is soul.

Glistening dreams,
past what may come again.

No surety,
knowing these things.

Only finality in death,
until then…

Enjoy.
Every.
Breath.

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