I’ve been away for some time…
hands needed rest.
mind needed vacation.
thought needed revitalization.
I needed inspiration,
though I have not found it,
fingertips felt the need to hold you tight as before.
ink warmed from my touch.
this is love, not a game.
this is my passion;
poetic fuckery,
spilled upon this page…
how I managed to stay away for so long I don’t know,
but ‘Daddy’s Home’,
never to go away again.
my first-born: poetry!
my future wife: poetry!
nothing shall ever come between.
this I vow…

 

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