There's sometimes the chance that comes
Like forrowed brow that neither leaves nor
Wishes to complete.
It strikes upon you for the longest, questions
You, yet its not the ego that takes it in control,
It's like a cat, all darkness in the night, walks by
And tantalizes you, professes interest to catch you
And aims right there, deep underneath.
You are that story it uncovers, like crackling wrapper
it unwraps. Believe me when I say it'll hunt you, to the
day of daisies and of may. It shimmers there and here, so
What to hide? It'll find you. It will ravish you. |
Submission Name: Devotion
