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Tempestuous Meander

Greg Prince
2 min readJun 27, 2019


Passion sustained and upholding.

Hand on the small of her back.
She arches into me.
Feel her tremble.
Ecstacy pours like liquid happiness over us.
The unjust have a place.
Eyes flutter in anticipation.
Rhythm thumps in the air.
Wonder touches our inside in distinct separation joined in screams.
Delight cascades like a rocket jumping fire.
Toes clenching and shaking.
Minds are aching.
Touch is simple and thrilling.
Looks locked in desperation filled with shared communion in want.
Where does the breeze go?
Cooling touches fritting away on burning hot spade.
Dig into the meat.
Bones crunch and twist in agony.
Angry sighs laughing in harmony expressing deep pains.
Carress the spot until it erupts.
Release the tension and bring on cleansing rains.
Torrid temptations singe our soul just out of reach.
Her shadow drapes over me.
I till the fields of ruin.
So great is the harvest.
Dance of crazed memories fills my chest.
Visions of what could have been.
But, regret retreats.
Replaced by unseen rewards to come.
Her hand in mine we walk together through the storm.

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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.