sold,

sold,

dark invitation;
your wispy shadow (salvation)
coils w’round me like a storm cloud (damnation)-
my eyes not blind
just short, bereft of sight
robbery, is not a crime
with a willing participant;
follow, (I do) the lantern of your voice
a guide
through this night
and I trust
like a child in hand
where’o’ever you might lead
for in this
for all these
at least you will not, for the moment,
leave (me)
.

notes: the things we do for love, the things I would do to get her back… if I could.

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