Lovers
My life is like a forgotten memory bittersweet on the rarest of days Your arms steel bound;they draw me close Crumpled like dried up twigs my legs fail me Who shall I call when I can no longer find succour in you I thread this treachery, some call it love Others a ruined affair Passion unchecked blackens the heart and turns filth to gold Slowly your tight hold weakens Within me my feet suddenly gain strength Your arms were not power; they were a riddle
