Pure Intentions

Pain and fear
lock us away.
We walk in our armour,
growing with us
like a crustacean’s shell,
chafing against our tenderness.
Our attempts at love
grown clumsy;
our hearts revealed
only through my pen
and your music,
or when our clothes
lay beside the bed.
But reduced to pure intentions
we would be..
the ocean in summer,
a bird in full flight,
children at play,
music with the words…


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