Mercy Runs Out
love seeks to fetch,
but its thirst never comes,
its yearn not fulfilled,
its lips yet humm,
vibrations left on palms,
out of touch hands,
stop,
out of breath,
i have come undone.
stop,
The thrill of an oxygenated spin,
A swirl of inhabited sensations,
Resting upon the walls of a drop,
Floating on a sea,
Like a leaf on a drift,
Lost in a storm seeking calm waters,
Sun on the horizon,
A day that doesn’t seem to come by,
Sunshine fades right by,
Drop at its max stretch,
Love seeks to fetch,
But its thirst never comes,
Its yearn not fulfilled,
Its lips yet hum,
Vibrations left on palms,
Out of touch hands,
Stop,
Out of breath,
I have come undone.
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