Namelessly Lost

My love is the blackened tendril,
flutters in your reach
you travel places I can't go.

reach out, snatch this wanting,
thrashed bare
by wind burnt daydreaming

pull back
from the place you ever go,
I tempt you to respite.

here, in like ness
failed brash ness
the felled forest about us, lost

you alone, given to give again.
and this love,
brings us home.

by Alethia (KM) ofthenorth

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