the beat of the drum

the beat of the drum

I wish I could possess you
so the world would never know;
my secret angel-
perhaps better this perfection would be
left alone
in the elysian fantasies of my heart
without the corruption
of the daily barriers
an afront to the purity
of my affections;
there-in the coffin for which I come
to leave the light alone
or never rise to one;
my love.

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