Fallon Bowman

Human, Conditional

Fallon Bowman


A sweat drop
Runs down my skin
My breath
As heavy as my heart
This nightly dance
Gives us a chance
To know
To know a love so sacred
A breeze rolls in our room
Our condition is
A mission
Of love
Then we lay there
Embracing our last stare
On a moonlit afternoon
If I'm mistaken
Secure this molten light
That enters our eyes
I realize
We're human
But it's conditional
It's conditional…

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