you sit sullenly at the window
casting a perfect
moonlight silhouette
on the floor
your silken curls
graze your neck
and your long fingers
are folded neatly in your lap
would you break
like alabaster
if in a fit of passion
i lost all abandon?
and would you sacrifice yourself
for my sins
child of david, my lamb
like a statue of alabaster?
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
you sit sullenly at the window
casting a perfect
moonlight silhouette
on the floor
your silken curls
graze your neck
and your long fingers
are folded neatly in your lap
would you break
like alabaster
if in a fit of passion
i lost all abandon?
and would you sacrifice yourself
for my sins
child of david, my lamb
like a statue of alabaster?
copyright g. wilson 2018
