Ready

8 May

Ready after debacle of the last stand,
after watching the power of my wand,
I refrain from this holy terrain
restraining my nude brain
I still want your hand.

Holding you wet in arms,
remembering your chilling charms.
Beholding worms of thoughts,
Looking for last marks in sand
I still want you hand.

Removing every layer of cloth,
understanding work of silk moth.
Streaming live media inside,
listening every one on wide band,
I still want your hand.

Stuttering after every muttering,
Spasmodic relief of doing no action,
I want to reconcile and elope
moving away from last stand.
I still want your hand.

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