Him - 3
He is a thought,
that does not speak,
but can be heard.
An image not real,
yet is seen.
The burn of temptation,
without a touch.
A breath silenced,
by a kiss.
A menace, a muse,
a joy, a disaster.
He is the torn pages,
from a diary of regret,
littering the floor beside the bed.
© 4 hours ago, Sharon
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