Amongst the corridors of my broken mind
I find her fidgeting the pieces left behind
Our thought-wave meld and link
A correlation of souls
Her gentle whisper echoes, giving grounds to anxious thoughts
In splintered light I lay here cold as morning breaks again
I remember her beside me, yet I lay alone
Is my mistress a corporeal form?
Or just the manifestation of hidden desire?
Should she offer me her hand and ask me blindly I would follow
Into the deepest unknown with her
If she calls me and I heed, what will be the sermon?
Dare I cross this evil temptress on the prospect she may depart?
Thou shalt be good
I will not reveal every part of me that aches
In splintered light I lay here cold as morning breaks again
I remember her beside me, with me, holding me, yet I lay alone
Is my mistress a corporeal form?
Or just the manifestation of hidden desire?
Written by @trevorpetrie ©️2019
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