Un-Proclaimed
o' that famous final scene
hanging at the edge of your seat
blood dripping.
perhaps a murder
perhaps a heart twinned love song
I see your silhouette
where shadows dance un-rehearsed
if only to linger without fear
your silkin skin
perfect lips
oh dear how the passion falls endless tantalizing and un-proclaimed
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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