Sunday, November 25, 2012

Trifle

I long
for the days when
I was full
with a superfluous,
scarlet love
 
when I believed
in forever
the way only the
young and
unbroken do
 
daring to disregard
the passing of time,
daring to flaunt
 love like a
shiny, new jewel
 
the taste of audacity
on my tongue, savoring
the delicious excess
of finding
epiphany in another

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