Timid little flower
Concealed in my bed
Her now ruffled petals
Laying neatly in place
Ever beautiful.
Unspoken were the actions
She fought to commit
Her reaction – unexpected
My misdeeds – detected
Her hand upon my chest
Toys at the scars she forged
Sinking deeper
Deliberately eager than ever before
The warmth of her lips
Now a contrast of mine
Yet she kisses me
Purposely
Thoughtlessly
Affectionately
The lingering mood still enticing.
I breathe her in
Every essence of her being
Her love and the passion she shares
Her hate and the guilt she bears
Finally
Only for a moment
I understand
Finally
Sadly for the last time
I exhale.
Olsfred James 2015©
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