Daniel J Flosi is Consumed

Our Love is Trapped within Years of Memories

For a moment my heart was in your hand
tracing lines in your palm

How is it that after all these years
I’ve not worn grooves into this palm

Perhaps if I were more like water,
perhaps if my love was the wind

I kiss the sweet memories
our love is trapped in.

Daniel Flosi

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