Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Endless Drift

Soft and sweet were the whispers
The neck exposed and her accepting me
A mirror affirming, all this a beautiful reality

Then a spark
A sharp memory
Piercing back
And forward I was thrust
Away and until
I woke up to this
A golden mask
Frozen long enough
For my eyes to face
His painted lips
And then came the iron fist

Asleep now forever
Never again to wake
She’s still next to me
Inquiring to where I’ve been
And pleading that I never abandon her again
I had no answer to give,
No response or recognizance,
My lips pressed to hers, the thing I wanted the most, was all I could do,
Without a single word I made those promises, never knowing the half of it.

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