Time can never heal
Any wound that festers deep
And poisons the bone.
Your words have planted
The seeds that will grow into
Flowers on my grave.
Love's labors are lost
When truth becomes the hostage
Of secrets and lies.
Your body: a feast
To satisfy my hunger
And nourish my soul.
When you're inside me
I feel that my flesh is turned
To gold. Alchemy!
Knowing how you are,
I don't ask for ecstasy -
Just a moment's peace.
1 comment:
Alchemy is one of my favorite words.
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