Between the sheets we lay,
A pair of non-believers,
The believers mortal sin,
Joyfully committed.
Skin to skin,
Flesh to flesh,
The words “I love you” still,
Floating,
In the air.
The softness held so dear,
Each touch never
-FORGOTTEN-
All of it,
New hopes lay before me,
The old ones gone,
The past shattered,
My future yet to be seen.
My dreams,
All left,
There,
Between the sheets,
In crimson,
Undying memory.

12/19/2004

Posted on 12/19/2004
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