The Doom of Me

But I want to talk to you every night.
Hold you very close to mine
For the memories of our lips entwined
play in my head every minute in time
like a resounding gong at night.
And maybe this is the doom of me—
The thought of you and me.
But still curled deep within is the whim
to sleep between your knees.

Hagios A. Akins

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