Sep 22, 2009

promises promises

Sing,
sweet siren,
your beautiful song.
Lull me
into dreams unspoken.
Request me by name
if you want me
here
I'll be.
I am
Powerless
against every note that passes between your lips.
Every word
pulls me deeper.
Walls become ruins
where hope becomes truth.
Each and every breath
crisp with intention
fuels my desire.
Sing to me,
those moonlight promises
those intoxicated truths,
whispered before dawn's arrival
slow with sleep
and the scars of past trust.
I'll keep my promises
if you let me.

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