The other-- the rebound-- the bound

"For a man who lets me in for as long as she allows."

 

 

As a child, as a lover, as a woman

As grace fallen I wonder/

 

Can a spirit be reborn, remade? Re-fashioned...

     I would like to be made just for you

 To hold still that unsteady mind

     

 

                        -- you are a wound

 

Tell me dear one, does this ease the pain

 

   My touch, my voice

  My patience, my desire

 

                           Perhaps as you say, you have no clue

Why I do like of you soo much.

 

I can merely say it just is so. I wait, I bid, I want

 

                         I spend nights in arms not mine

                      She still bends between us.. I can feel her

 

Your eyes see me and your hands feel my body

But that heart. That unsteady, malicious muscle beneath your chest

That heart, engulfs her within and I am a shadow

A trick of the senses that can be shorn

 

                          -- you are a saint

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[fireblossom]

beautiful great poetry touches anyone with heart as this did mine