Six Words, Vol. 2

Be love.
Make love.
Produce love.

Kisses make
the world
go round.

All tears
are meant
to fall.

Stumbling; tripping
on pebbles
dropped ahead.

Hacking through
your heart’s
overgrown jungle.

Touch me.
Absorb me.
Consume me.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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