I Beckon to You to Share My Bed
You forget I am a dinosaur
You ask me to speak
Yet, I remain silent
I look around for escape
The windows are shut
The doors are all locked
There is no escape
I sit quietly
What can I say
What can I share
Slowly the words come to me
The wall paper burns
The walls blister
The fire in the hearth
Is smothered
Deprived of oxygen
At last I speak
I would not want to go on
Without you
I beckon to you to share my bed
Whisper secrets of shared desire
My body warm against yours
We slip into the bliss of desire
Tangled into one
November 22, 2018
2 comments:
Beautiful, Annell, and those, indeed, are the words: "I would not want to go on without you."
I love this, Annell.
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