W. B. Y.
Sunday, September 3rd, 2006You got me at “Tread softly
Because you tread
on my dreams…”
Need
I
Say
More?
Ours has always been
A soliloquy
In motion.
Yours a distant voice
Mine
raging
still.
Desire and passion
Danger in liquid form.
Pain
and
Bliss.
The truth
does not
save all.
Betrayal comes
before our fall.
