The bonding happened in desire's playground.

fictional scribbles.

You 

entangled

in my memories

brought me home;

of years cold and worn

travelling the vast

wilderness of love quests lost

in a cloud I created

between ice and snow,

who says lightning

doesn't strike the same ground twice.

As emotions gathered

from the last farewell

pouring onto love plains dry,

the house of love was burning

once more....

all the while

you were playing again;

getting entangled

in my thoughts.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have someone who won't let go of my mind or heart....i don't really mind...
not at all...
she's a good memory...a poetic memory.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

thanks for reading Jacob.