The fold lifts - he's there in the mist
And the world tumbles aside.
We come together and meet lips
As Night's stars fill our eyes.
It's a world of two - two in the world.
The rush - the fire of his touch
Enshroud us as a cocoon would
And it's everything we want.
The fold suddenly lifts again -
A secret knowledge now in its stead.
I face the garish morning sun
With a smile - though twisted.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2025 08:31
- Category: Love
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Comments2
It is the last line of this poem that changes its meaning and leaves the possability of different interpretations. Lovely
I get the feel of someone had a night out with the devil, am probably wrong, yet i still enjoyed the read.
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