to unread poems,
chance encounters,
and dark, dizzying nights.
...lures the senses closer
to stolen glances,
suppressed smiles,
and soft, lingering scents.
..clutches the heart in a struggle
of wondering if I asked too much or too little,
of thinking if I forgived too soon or too late,
of doubting if I would ever know the difference.
...locks me into an endless cycle
of deception and loneliness,
of conciliation and surrender.
...and tempts me into the danger of an embrace
from which I can never break away.
posted on 11:33:00 PM
