his restless heart


His voice
unravelled between
a multitude of lusts
he struggles for coherence.
She knows
she is not the only one
feels no special splendour
in his smile.
Flesh for one
stone for another
he sometimes
gets confused.
He bleeds for them all.
She sighs at the tackiness of it all.
One by one their defences fall
falling for him
he remains unmoved.
She alone stands free
not caught in his dream
her eyes are clouded
with dreams of her own.
Poet, Wanderer, Photographer, Lover
he wears all names
with equal ease
slipping from one cloak
to another.
He makes no promises.
He breaks no vows nor secret pacts.
He drifts above it all
unmoved
unknowing how he moves.

~xox~

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