shards of my hospitable heart,

is broken or amputated?

with tempt of trust or deficient?

yet a yearn to serve thine abode

mirrors the whole you, smiling

in multitude of my pieces ….

I sense the whir of a saw,

between the serrated ends, my defense clawed?

ambush of the vulnerable, my wit mowed?

piercing pinches shook me bad

vanity of trials to revive the lapsed,

behold the cupid cast a liminal arm instead,

caress my longings, an embrace widespread …..

forever, fondle thy fingers upon my eyes

move along the curves, trace my neck line

shiver and shudder of the lips asunder

breathe stars to this ebony night of wonder

shaping constellations in favor of mine

I embrace myself,

with arms belong to thine,

as we homogenize……

©Written Frames, 2018

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