Sunday, May 29, 2011


Tonight I long for the constance of your affection
the fortitude of your devotion, the range of emotion;
I desire nothing more than peace, safety and love.

No longer a slave to my composition
I sit and stare at my reflection, complexion
and wonder why I am always so naive.

My late night lover works in fiction
making me the star attraction, a unique reaction
between heart and soul, a song to weave.

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