0G7SaVLfD7pi5O2pciyxhttps://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmNv1WPLobShbKMRv15JTSjqevo4rjGFrQH5ymjGxpxyhZ/0G7SaVLfD7pi5O2pciyx.jsonThat MessYou’ve not done anything like this before;I know. Ill fated phone call after fight;the cab ride, pounding heart and sleepless night;the rueful headshake, opening the door,;the tears from both of us, and each admit;a hidden passion manifest in dreams;that won’t, distracted, fade; in fact, it seems;ignoring strengthens, sweetens, tightens it;until the string is taught. Fumbling, we pull;and fall into a shambling hidden lust;the heat scars more than strengthens. If in us;a life could ever blossom, trembling, full;of glorious ascending into light,;it’s dead in bud. It won’t happen tonight.Margaret Corvid