To Georgios, Part 2
Sinful secret
Under my skirt
A torch is carried.
It's a shameful whisper
That confesses to the world.
Forgive me?
Foolish fire burns still.
It's immortal.
Go away, I pray
I pray, and I pray.
God, this love illness
Take it.
As your desire lacks
A new flame's desire
Promises.
But torch is still carried.
Your innocence
I find in myself.
For this love is best.
Our heaven is gone.
I let you go.
I bury our bones.
But torch is still carried.
Copyright © Sky Lesco | Year Posted 2013
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