LOVES' DISSOLUTE GAMES

How is it that you touch me
without hands from afar
heating my soul and awakening
the deepest depths of my being?

Stirring my mind into lustful wonder,
lifting me up, then pulling me under.

Swaying me to and fro
I close my eyes and bite my lip.
I fight to sustain my poise of self-control.
Thus of my honor to redeem.

Are you here, beside me,
within me with your warmth,
your strength?

"Tis Nay! nothing but my dreams
taunting and teasing me so.
Curse this reality of dreadful meaning _
I whence!

With tightly clenched eyes
refusing to open or to realize the truth_
not wanting to see _
I am trapped in my dreams.

Laying in void dread of anticipation
not able to bear the anguish of my frustration
in silence I scream.

"There is no one else here,
no one… only me"!

Curse this wretched emptiness_
your fading voice whispering my name.

No, no, no, not again I moan …

holding on to the last
not allowing this moment to pass.

To leave me once again
anxiously alone
and victimized by Loves’
dissolute games.

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Copyright © Niyna DeSangre
***A weee long time ago!



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