Poetic Interlude XXI

I only met you yesterday
But took you to my bed –
“This isn’t quite my kind of thing”
We both demurely said.
You quoted, then, my favorite book
Unknowing me well-read.

You kissed me and caressed me,
And when your hand I stayed,
And explained about my past
And that I was afraid,
You held me close and just began
A soulful serenade.

And though we may not meet again
That night you gave to me
Awoke a seed of something that
Could last eternally.
And if it doesn’t, never mind –
You still have set me free.

©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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4 Responses to Poetic Interlude XXI

  1. typo? “And though me may not meet again” If not, forgive my mistaking it.

  2. Pingback: Something Wicked This Way Comes: An Interlude…well, sort of | The Twilight Fun Blog

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