The
Shores Of My Soul
I move through the shores of my soul,
Ever thoughtful of old lingering loves.
The torches on backstreets still burn
there,
Fires that beckon the weary journeyer.
Come now, fair traveler to my hearth,
And warm yourself next to the blaze.
I have prepared a grand feast, now
before you,
To quench the deep hunger you
have.
Gently I seek the soft covering
Of velvety passion and love,
Hidden beneath layers of memories
Which reveal themselves in your breath.
I move through the shores of my soul,
Where the memory of you ever rests.
I delight in the fragrance of words
Now stored in the depths of my mind.

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