I didn't plan on meeting you, luring you and stealing you, undressing you after kissing you, penetrating you then leaving you. Nameless love of the few making love and passing through meeting suddenly and reacting passionately; bent in pressure promise in measure nothing but pleasure to build momentarily in our solidarity. I loved you briefly; permanently branded forever lingering the way we buried our hearts now stranded like ships thrashing and strangers passing distanced by rules that say we're not meant for anything but a lingering lament. changing the course of thought provoked by fading embraces and even years later you still linger briefly branded and permanently wander with emotional thunder the way I needed you then wondering if you remember me as I lie awake remembering you.
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Lamentation 3:24 The Lord is all I have, and so in him I put my hope.
