Tired with the lunacy and loneliness
I find solace in the sweet caress of the more intimate times
Times that were not clouded
A time where reality was genuine
In a place
Our place
Where we would dance in symmetry and laugh in the face of dejection
Our hearts would thunder
And our smiles radiate
And cares would slide down Satan’s spine
I yearn for the punctuation
An exclamation
Soft sways and spread lips
A hunger
Back to a familiar crossroad
A place where harmony lusts
A time where perfection stood still
And we would serenade angels
And make them weep
At our smolder
Knowing was enough
Forgetting was everything
And it was boundless
Pure
Lasting
Anything
Anywhere
Anytime

"I yearn for the punctuation
An exclamation"

love that! great write

Fabulous...