Mine
Love,
Done.
Pain,
Absorbed.
Secrets
Revealed.
Dresses
Made and wore.
Our backs
Are scratched by each other,
Right lover?
No woman touches you, baby, but me.
No woman comes near,
Do you hear?
I am dying from your love.
So, I own you, understand?
We are both mad,
Stranded on an Island,
Were you aware?
I do hope you can stand here, by me,
And confirm "I am yours."
Because you ARE mine
To love and to hold,
Even after death,
To love and to hold,
Beyond what they call Earth.
Copyright © Mel Marakalala | Year Posted 2017
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