Secrets and Cries
Come fluttering words, come drifting words to me,
present my wicked thoughts to the summer breeze.
Carry them to the deaf ears and blind eyes,
or any other orifice from which my love is denied.
Heaven sent, heavenly scented memories.
Black, cold eyes detects what no-one sees.
Grieving heathen, scarlet lipped harlot.
Guerilla love that should have been harmless.
Illicit encounters abruptly diminished.
Evaporate the thrill, the dreams, the wish.
Stopping to find souveniers of dangerous times,
of secrets, of lies, of adulterous crimes.
25th July 2011
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2011
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