Paramour by Christopher Franko

I know Im not supposed to

get excited when im close to you,

But I am so enticed by the sapphires

You admire the hopeless through

Forbidden to be dehydrated

But imprisoned by the desert

Using the thorns of a cactus

to write the scorn of this letter

Every morning I lay yearning

Burning for the transient dreamscape

To be a little more concrete

Like a permanent freeze frame

But alas it never has last before

After the endorphins pass the mastoid

Im left longing for the reward

To record once more on my core..

im torn.

-- Christopher Franko

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