A hundred days and my body stays
Stiff like an anthem croaked by parched throats.
I whisper your name in the shades of dusk
But the morning is a hasty wanderer holding no balm
To soothe these trembling thighs that weep.
A hundred long days, still for you I drip.
When my tired eyelids lie smothered by sleep,
I see your long, lean body, fluid in ballet charm ,
Your amber skin, glittery shards of gold dust,
My ink sprints across a page, my body moans.
I miss you, t'is all my body knows.
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