Love Accounted
Time for recompense has come and gone,
lightly kissing your pale cheek.
Fingers twist in agony like strength,
pacing back and forth.
A shadow crosses the doorway atop the steps;
images are lost upon a weary soul.
Silhouettes lead to dream-like trances
where your thought-stream reaches out to me.
Unwind those fingers, twist them with mine.
Hold me accountable for all the ways you love me,
and I will bind you to me as well.
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