So this is how it feels
To be nailed to a cross
On a backdrop of pillows.
That mattress on which we lie...
The bedsheets are like the wind
Floating amidst your thundering sighs;
Yes, they are hammering me down
As you hold me there with your thighs
Beneath mine.
I am powerless,
I am breathless
As I tread upon the night sky
And the echoes of your rest.
There is a crossroad as I follow the path:
One to sorrow,
One to hopelessness,
One to indifference
And one to the divine.
And now at last there's a silence
That may linger til the morn.
We’re all prepared for renewal
From a past that won’t be left behind.
Written on January 7th, 2021.
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