Fantasy
BY: P. Manolos
Inside the chasm of my innermost light
Something stirs my soul to awaken in a start
A foreigner I have longed for in my separatist heart
The feminine responds to the masculine with a gasp of shocked fright
Running, seeping, fleeing and weeping from the night
Senses implode to touch, to feel, to heal, to break apart
My eyes are wide open in fear of this dangerous delight
To suddenly love again, to love without regard to its true art
In bittersweet moments, I weep for the days of safe conformity
The risk of pain, of drowning in the deep recesses of loss
Yet, I crave you and unabashedly embrace this new, unchartered theme
Passion and lust discovered, without thought to carrying a heavy cross
When the tide breaks dawn, I stand alone in a beautiful, strange dream
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