Desire & Duty

I suffer through the curse of man
Her dress of moonlight gleams upon ivory floor
Captivated, inspired, and sick without her touch
I crave her as the air I breathe

Loyalty I uphold, despite desire
As my heart wrenches in the wake of her embrace
So fondly and longingly have I held
To steal a glimpse of an angel so near

This dream I shall not repeat
For I wish to rise from reverie
So if nothing more, a feather plucked as a token of love
I shall tuck in my hat… And once again be on my way

© Sayer Teller

Jot a thought

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