I was wrong

Missed,

         the last hour glass

         crossing the river

         east to west

Penetrated,

         your mind in a moment

         felt like forever

         in just a second

Felt,

         your soul intermingles with mine

         wrap and intertwine

         slither in ocean patterns

Sought,

         lovers I haven’t found

         or humans in contact

         in last night’s dance

Believed,

         in so many things

         if they were imaginary

         but I was wrong,

                                     I bleed.

© 2003 David Greg Harth

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