will you come?
Don’t play, she
said
As always, she told
him what not to do
He believed in unconditional
submission
They were parting
and they knew
He loved when she
tried to tell him something
When he was not
around
She was preparing
him
For the eventual
emotional mushroom cloud
It’s just a strap,
and that’s not its place
She tried to change
the subject
'I’ll pray, I’ll
pray, I’ll pray', he prayed
We hurt the ones we
worship
‘I don’t know how
to move that one’
You don’t have to
ever, he whispered
‘What if I am
stuck; will you come?’
He just continued
playing with her toes
.
12:49 AM
You wrote, you wrote.
:-) top
7:46 PM
Its beautiful... top