How I wish…by G. Mramor

Self-Portrait, Théodore Chassériau

How I wish you would come tell me what it is my words cannot make me understand, fore though I am never away from you my heart’s nature and kin and take in all your words’ hurts and fears yet do I understand you, who throw into my fury the every parts of you for me to take and build a pyre upon the mount where we all are as our fears, who touch me to remind me of love when I am drunk off time, who take me away when there is only me and the world, but from whom I take so much and to whom I can never give what’s most needed in those times, to have that knowledge of how of you my heart’s nature and kin, that is my wish

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