JKS
Her sighs were as whispers on the breath of a surfacing wind
Stifled, silent, beguiling thoughts steal past her glittering lips
She waits
Waiting: her vice, her habit
Waiting that consumes, entangles.
Criss-crossed heart strings threaten
To starve her love
Love that flits across the wing of
Your forgetfulness
The bereft sparrow’s cry
Matches her barren soul;
Besieged, she surrenders.
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