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Apr 2015
Let me be drunk
on your beauty.
Let me be warmed
by your touch.
Let your arms
enfold my heart.
Let your grace
wash over me.

Do not withhold
yourself, Love.

Death hovers
wearing
a patient grin.

So little time
and none
to waste.
- mce
Mike Essig
Written by
Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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