Breath:

Our only currency.

Love under pressure:

Grows past borders,

To be We not me:

A craving past desire.

Feel me:

I feel you,

Across vast space,

You are all I seek,

Touch me any way:

For I am starving —

Malnourished & tortured,

Sleeping without rest:

Longing for your touch.

Richard Palmquist, DVM GDVCHM CCHVM

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