The Curse
she pounds on my chest
waves crashing on me
like the rising tide
she won't let me be
she wakes me from slumber
my mind still a mess
with gleaming dew drops
from her long silk dress
I reach out for her
but she's too far away
my heart always aches
my mind goes astray
Only she is able
to quench my thirst
he fingers linger
and so does her curse
Yet a curse so sweet
she inflicts on me
Constantly laughing
flying away free
Copyright © Peggy Sfaelou | Year Posted 2016
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