Dark Clouds

Clouds

bow

who knows how

they form

to be borne

on the horizon

for all eyes and

lips

touch fingertips

sway of hips

around and around

we go down

touching the ground

back up

we are stuck

gazing

it’s so amazing…

Clouds in my coffee?

No, in my mind

often I unwind

my thoughts

I ought

to know better whether

to let you linger

even just a meager.

Reign down

a profound

meaning

while my beating

heart still listens

to a lie of omission.

©privatethoughtsmadepublic

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