quiet comfort
ease
her words
befit of gentle
lips tinged aril
every breath
a revelation
unassumed
as moonlight lulls
thoughts which flourish
find their home
upon her tongue
a pale rubescent
all that i am
fit to hear
is that
which i now know
[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]
Max, or Not 
Such an immense sort of love in this experience…
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Max Meunier/Dissociative Void
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thank you for the reblog! i appreciate it ❤️
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This is a lovely, lovely piece my friend.
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thank you Christine
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Always my love
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