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Marilyn Woods
Poems
Jun 2014
Playing with fire
The wind dances with the leaves
Usually this stills me
Sun playing on my fallen shoulders
I cannot feel His peace
My heart an arrow
Pointing to the truths I know
But my body when he touches me
Loses all capacity to slow
I please him
Hunger in his eyes appeased
Warm kisses, a rush
To him I cleave
My God forgotten
Conveniently pushed aside
In this moment I live
Afraid to get off this high
And when it's all over
An anchor is dragged through my soul
It weeps it cries
It screams to be whole
Again and again I play the same tune
The notes rise and fall
I know this melody
But I need the crescendo to stall
So many tears, prayers, pain
I try yet again to rebuild this wreck
But the true test awaits me
What will I do when he kisses my neck?
23 minutes till I see him once again
I want to run back to my home
Climb into my bed and cry
Cry for my virtue gone
Cry for what he took from me
Cry for what I gave
And cry for what I took from him
And dry my eyes on rain
We stole my husband's memory
We played with fire hot
And yes I burnt myself completely
But he is cool, unhurt
I ripped out my everything
And lay it on a tray
I hate what I've become
I gave myself away.
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Marilyn Woods
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