Written by mike ennenbach

without glory

i hear your sound the soft snowfall of your thump woosh as the world falls silent around me

i smell your scent of wildflowers kissed by the summer sun even as the world erupts in flames

i taste your lips like honeyed wine with hints of autumn rot while the ashes coat my wagging tongue

i am lesser
without the glory
of you

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