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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