Take my hand and dance with me a moment
Kiss my desert chapped lips to the well of softness
Cracked by the missing of your tender drinking in
No drought of love but one of comforting affection
For though you’re near your touch is now unfamiliar
A runaway train on a journey gone much awry
The story lost its plot and the twist well affected
In a plague of challenged hearts and distance
For my love needs nourishment and attention
And I am fed and nurtured by that connection
That becomes a distant memory of consideration
Which no longer flows heroic nor honourable
But shrivels and dehydrates the sanctum of my soul
That reserves a place for the spark of your caress
Waiting for the sentence of abstention to pass

Debbie Gravett © 2021.08.18

FOWC: Awry
RDP: Train
Image by Bruno /Germany from Pixabay

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