#assignment #anaphora the feeling; all gall scattered and acrimoniously lined in the demise of sacred talks to be continued the feeling; all gall affronted by the notion of leaving you behind to dwell in flashmob fables replayed-repeated avowals etched in vein; the DNA skipped snooze record piped through membranes known unknowns the feeling; all gall zipped down the spinal tapped circumstances presently called amor the feeling; all gall not ever knowing us by name until now the feeling; all gall and sour-where bedsheets lie because you made them. pumicing each toss and turn-assured this moment shall pass...like the others...so, we encore the same epilogue praying to forecast a different script with every whet supplication the feeling; all gall-ironic sweet reminder of bedfellowed lessons unlearned the feeling; all gall fondling fecund futures knowing not but full well the danger soon come the feeling; all gall-ever present, chilled to the marrow pondering the realization of the mistake in you ~TS Hawkins ©2014
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 09:00:08 +0000