my contours find you
they lie flat against you
beige and vulnerable
as you are
shrouded,
half asleep.
the waning is slow
as the abyss envelops
aroused by envy.
the tremble bellows
with breath of air.
we were never ours
only borrowed,
for only seconds.
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sheila sea 
Splendid! on borrowed time…
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Love your intense poetry, Sheila!!
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Great!
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that’s beautiful 🙂
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Maybe we could do a collaboration on this theme.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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I like the line ‘beige and vulnerable’.
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