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Skeleton Key
by Quinlan L GibsonWhen did passion leave the room?
In such a fashion; no compassion in the matter of just yanking it away.
Take the child from play and see what happens.
Distractions or minor infractions
gouge your mind and close your eyes.
Any other woman may think you are in disguise; evil jealousy despises faith
And I am not that girl.
Consider yourself lucky in the presence of my trust.
This is not of love; this is purely of my lust.
09/12/2007 Author's Note: Think i'll leave this one open to interpretation...
Posted on 09/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 09/13/07 at 03:51 AM Once again, you have written a poem very relevant to my life. I am so glad you shared. Please email me and share more. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/14/07 at 01:24 AM This is quite the tightly wound ball of emotion and spiritual energy. Excellent choice of title also; really opens the way for the expression that follows. |
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