The intensity still pervades its extreme core
and still I sway from the thoughts.
Deep was the indignation, deeper was the regret
This risk, I can't chance this risk.
Even as my heart embraces your siege, skirting
so delicately around its perimeter.
Stark is your attendance, riveting are your intentions.
As I lament lost love, you spin on the edge of my ens,
awaiting entrance into the defunct marrow of my soul.
The tentacles of your desires brushes across the surface
of the deceit ingrained within, engaging into rivalry
a heart that still cries and a mind who needs to try.
As I take refuge from the perils of loving again,
you tread so determinedly on the outskirts of lust.
Which is where I must bind the affections you bear,
for to succumb brings to the inside those banished burns.
I sight you from every corner of my being, yet outside you
must remain for with you comes the remembrance of pain.
Your teardrops tickle the borders weakening my composure,
manipulating the cracks as they widen to engage your spirit.
Inner strength, a traitor, as my resolve crumbles under
your berry drenched lips, sending tinges to the bountiful
sway of neglected hips, yet on the circumference of this
heart is where you are destined to be if I choose to be sane.
My interal venue is my sanctity and even as my mind
seems to decipher the risk as low, my heart holds fast
to its protective swagger and refuse you welcome to its
still shattered abode, thus relegating you to the outside.
marjoriejoyceleslie 01/30/09
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