Please come dance in these shadows
I want to feel your skin
As your breath rushes past my ear
And down my neck
The pulse quickens
With the thickening of blood
And the solace
Of this temperment
Burns with passion
And scorns the children
Lights green
Noise deafening
I listen though
And hear your cries
Maybe they are just mine
That you refuse
And I push the limits
To get you to see
The child dying inside
The petals blackening
Sprinkle drops of water
Landing on flesh
And running off
Onto the velvet of the couch
I’ll miss these days
And they’ll exist
In my memory
The presents will be lost
Thrown away with the paper

 
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