To Enforce By Your Whim
A lover’s dance is but twice the pain,
Dark and in duress
I have shamed.
But you prolong your steps,
The dew upon your forehead; askew.
Dare I stroke the flourished flower
that is draped upon your cheek.
An alibi of love is languidly dropped
from burned lips.
I hear you cry-
Yield!
Give me all.
Is it marvelling what you do?
The gentle atonement
of my force.
Dare I strive with you
in this – durst I?
The touch deepens and in my might
weakness is the only approach,
that dark eyed smile plying your lips –
for you have won.
A battle of ease, even on my knees
I am lost.
You have made me lost to all of light,
Here my love may end it’s plight.
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