I prostrated in front of her
Kissing gently
The rises and fissures
Upon the back of her hand
There I rose
Late into the night,
By her bedside
I stared into her eyes
As she inched backward gingerly
I did not blink while whispering
Etching a promise into her bones
“I will not relent in my pursuit”
As I inched backwards into the sooty sordid mist of her mind
Lost forever into the dusk of time.
Aug 13, 2011
Aug 13, 2011 at 2:36 AM UTC
I prostrated in front of her
Kissing gently
The rises and fissures
Upon the back of her hand
There I rose
Late into the night,
By her bedside
I stared into her eyes
As she inched backward gingerly
I did not blink while whispering
Etching a promise into her bones
“I will not relent in my pursuit”
As I inched backwards into the sooty sordid mist of her mind
Lost forever into the dusk of time.
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