Thresold

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Between the naked softness of her breasts
I long to lie, forget, and rest.
Abundantly conscience of her taste
I moan and wish she'd make haste.
My gasps and pleas may be in vain
but I pray to be able to love her again.
My body has become utterly decayed
and I remember when upon it she laid.
Ripped from my gut, all that escapes is a moan.
Anything but this, please, not alone.
Selfish I am, some may accuse
I can't hear anymore, I refuse.
The secret of her mind I do seek
to amuse me when I grow weak.
Her love I will leave behind
but I will bequeath her mine.
I'll endure Hell's fire, winds and rain
but without her I cannot sustain.
My voice is now ragged and cracked
my heart, my will, spent from lack.
I will endure for a while, you will see
believing she comes to comfort me.
If she doesn't come soon, leaves me so;
this corrosion, this agony, will be too slow.
I will lay here, waiting, hour after hour
as my body screams and my blood sours.
I know I will be gone soon, whipped by a wind
come kiss me before all dims within.

Carmen Eva - carmen.eva@sympatico.ca