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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On nights of distress, he embraces me and states I am not his hostage. I am beautiful and must be kidnapped. He longed for my touched. His characteristics enthrall. Captivation is not fought. We dance into the sunset as lovers. We lived in an African hut built at the bay of the Mediterranean. He was such a handsome man and I was only a brothel whore from China. I was smuggled out my country at gunpoint. Screaming to the top of my voice, I call for my employer with no avail. I was born in China as an orphan. Into the sunset, he ran. I was injected with a poison and slept for who knows how long. When I awaken the next morning, my mind was gone. In a daze, I rose slowly from a hammock while my feet touched the ground. He was sitting in a upright position smiling. He called me by name and gave me my clothes. Speaking he said, “Remember, the water is cold.” I bath in the ocean or the sea. The water was chilly as the sun beamed. We did not talk for many days just spoke casually. Into the sunset, he would always go to think. Real meaning one day begins to form. He tells me about my life and where I am from. He never speaks of his own. A new life he gives me and I succumb. I had not lost my memory of who I am. He was telling the truth in what he said. No family did I have. I was raised as an orphan. We made a home here in the Village of Ethos. Attentive to our needs and that of our children, he loved me in truth. For what reason, I do not know. Percept he gave and I honor his dictums. Into the sunset, he would always go and return humble. Today I am sixty-four. My sweet captivator is gone. He died from pneumonia in the harshest winter known. I loved him to his death. No other man did I desire to be with. Our children are grown and he made my life a triumph. Into the sunset, I now walk as definition of life triumphant. ______________________________________________| Penned on May 08, 2014!
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