Haste
Chaste and worn and so trivial
A vial of colored liquid one swallow
Moods change limbs clench
Passions overload steam fills the air
Colors imbibe pupils dilate
Others are not aware of pure delight
Eyes connect fingers fold
Know one sees this lovers' charade
Actors at best there is no script
Beguiling serpents interwoven
Come to life as a unified being
Moans and groans stifled
To the corners of the four walls
A flickering candle casting
Inhuman like shadows
Feared uncaptured glued as one
A series of delights
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2016
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