Your presence

is like a gentle perfume

 

nestled in the grooves

of the crooked fate lines

on my palms

 

that evaporates

into thin air

as I struggle to stop it

in my clamped fists

 

and ’am left with

two tired, sweaty

hands.

 

Empty…

 

Napalm & Novocain, published 05/04/2016

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