The Blues

desire,

how i miss you.

the heat beneath my skin.

desire,

when will you return?

desire,

the rush of blood.

desire,

the aching need.

desire,

please make yourself known.

desire.

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The Couple

     Seated in red chairs 

     They speak in hushed tones

     One holding a pink bear 

     The other holds his words

     A space between them

     Farther than either can reach 

     Yet their legs touch

     As the train journeys 

     The distance traveled

     Is endless