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I Feel Like Something’s Missing


I feel like something’s missing?

I've been holding out for Love to come calling, blind to my own, sightless to the melody of affection strumming beneath my feet. Play on beautiful truth, play on emotions, strum your spirited strings to love’s waiting embrace.

I feel like something’s missing?

Love’s on its way. It is entering upon steady legs of exactness, bowing to none, until I bend to its caress, genuflect to its rule and kiss the soft lips of its divinity. Let it take the pain away, my death lain down before me like the surrender of the self, the one truth dancing before me like a desperate maiden calling forth my serenity.

I feel like something’s missing?

The oneness presses against my back with hands kneading my discomfort to the stroke of love that christens me with the wet lips of the one truth. Love, bend, live, laugh and remember.

I feel like something’s missing?


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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