If This Was My Last Poem
Come to me my beloved,
save me from life's brutalities,
so this heart can soften -
sparkle like a million fireflies.
For you hold the light
to illuminate my soul.
For you are the ceremony
and I the dance.
As you come near,
I'll spin like a mad man,
dancing in the rain.
If to touch you is a sin,
then I am a sinner,
yearning to sin till my last breath.
If to hold you, means to lose everything,
then I will live as a penniless man,
rich within the luxuries of your affection.
If to love you is a crime,
then I am a criminal,
lock me away and dispose of the key,
chain me within the chambers of your heart.
If this is my last poem,
then let these words become spirits,
sleeping within the sacred sanctuary
of your supernal soul.
Silent One
Simple Musing
5 January 2019
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