a change is in the air
it is not from fall to winter
I feel that lingers there
too far off to feel the touch
the hands you feel not mine
buried with the memories
another place in time
clock ticks away the hours
as your kiss touches her skin
the unrelenting passion
that place where I have been
as I search for mercy
many miles before I dream
awake in the middle of night
cause the mercy escapes me
my heart is searching for mercy
even that won't set me free
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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