Author Amanda Graham
So fleeting is the time.
The bills to pay, the clothes to wash,
and the kids to bed by nine.
Where do I find the time?
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Oh, where do the hours go?
In the form of a ray of light
That slowly begins to scatter
Against the darkest of the night
Blinded no more are we
On our hopes that were forlorn
Now that we finally see
The light of darkness’ morn
It is time that has done me
Made me feel old when I was young
And look old when I feel young
Sure I chased you
And never found you
But you kept that spark alive
Before we met I knew
That somehow, some way,
You were mine.
Through foggy, disjointed
Sleeping images
Your hand touched mine
And I felt the heat.
So heavy is my
Soul,
A burden on the
Soles of your feet.
Your curves
Flow like a
River to the
Sea of
Becoming.
How I have abused your
Unassuming welcome –
Ravished receptacle for my
Loss of
Faith.
but I want to be your last
I don’t care what’s happened before
the past is the past
Playing with it… consequences are dire.
So when we first spoke and my gaze was magnetic,
I warned you of the danger, but you told me to “forget it.”
When lips touched, Niagara’s falls heightened up speed,
The waves crashed faster, so I just took the lead.
Emotions were high. Might as well call it weed,
DNA spilled profusely. You chose to let it bleed.
Me? I’m no angel. I’m guilty as charged,
Convicted of attraction. Eternally at large.
The judge should throw the book at my seductive soul,
Probation wouldn’t work. Control is my goal.
Heart of none, exhausted blank
Deaden to hopes, black holes gnashing pit
Love lays slaughtered amongst sanity’s skin
Truth bare, broken hearted growls.
Tree of life bends now tree of death,
Will for one, all for naught.
When will arid soul give way to soaring rains?
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sends a bolt of lightning through my veins so
powerful even Zeus could not withstand.
Longing to feel the pleasure of your blow
as I hold the rod of your love. My dear,
I know our roots will not go much deeper.
For now, like atoms, I want you as near.
