Rapture
the gentle rapture gathers
all sense's warming
my infamous intimate pout
gestures I could do without
capturing me inside your sullen
notion of forever
forbidding emotion
causing casualties leaving
innocent bystanders in haste
reaching for familiar lust settling
for what if's what was
missing the valued piece's
of what would become of us
after we've broken
an ancient trust bind immortally
only to awaken and find
our empty tombs untouched
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2013
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