Love Letter #4

Black is the color of ache;
a hunger for just one song
to fill up our empty vessels
with flowered beginnings,
with crystal endings and
nothing but laughter in –
between.Carry my burdens
and I, love, will carry yours.
Let’s leave a trail of petals
for others to follow;write our
names in the sand, our love
as poetry in printed memoirs
of the many adjectives of us

~
~Day 20 of a poem a day in April for NaPoMo (National Poetry Month)

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