Dreams that wait unused, riddles confused in rhyme
A heartbeat swift in pattern, a most tender dwelling
Eyes that burn with resistance, tears pull to swelling
Bind heavy rock upon each desire, oppression to suppress the soul
Hopes that love will not gain power, to pull mine own feet and body whole
Hunger pains dig deep for a lovers exchange of words or vows to keep
None are whispered in secret, the waiting heart cries wounded weep
Drunken love persuades provision for glances, eyes entwined
Embraces for vision of swaying, lullaby lulls and deepest kiss of romances
Unrequited love holds each hour, pressed cheek to a ticking clock
The sweetness of this love preserved in the red blood of wine
Aging ever still in the Arms of Time
By: Keila Womack
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