Your Sadness

Your sadness
fills me with
longing.

Of failing bodies
we talk of
treacherous blood, aching sinew,
swelling hearts, fiery love’s
dream, passion’s youth
fading to dull pain.

I want to pass the night
locked in your fresh embrace
but time
darkly intervenes,
shadows impenetrably
lie between.

poem by Steven FederleReport problemRelated quotes
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