My lover likes me restless
I must admit I like it too
Careful not to bliss away
Or distract with comforts new
A stark direction or idea
Could be born from agitation
Stay mindful not to kill the thrill
With too much empty meditation
-a.r.
~ by April on February 12, 2015.
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