Honey I called him with desire to taste the sweetness that flowed from his lips,
Loving expressions lifting me high above the tree tops.
Watching me with adoring eyes he spoke,
This is one of the best days of my existence,
Asking naught more from me than my presence.
He is capable of pleasing me but he will not.
The wise man I thought him to be plays hide and seek,
Chasing him makes me weak.
The seeds have grown they boast some strength of their own.
He cannot swim consequently in my love he drowned.
Through memories I live pretending my imaginings can sustain my breath,
Our plan cast off for one better suiting him,
As fall approached accordingly came our death.
On the silk pillow we lay, crippled from our play.
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