Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

out of Eden

11 August 2013

out of Eden

 

I miss the comforting warmth,

that reassuring nearness

the simple magical touch

shameless nakedness.

 

I long for that innocence,

before either of us knew

the need to hide from others

what we most desire.

 

And cursed, we may not return

‘though we seek what we have lost

a perpetual hunger

never satisfied.

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11 August, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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