In my eyes you are dark leaf and shadow
Bright gilded bronze, my messenger and muse
You lead me astray down paths of sweet sorrow
Tempt me to bargain a life that I’ll lose,
Muscle and marble, your touch like cold fire
You lead me straight past my twice daily sin
Mirrored temptation to whet dry desire
The crunch of an apple, the juice on your chin.
The vale of my heart grows ever sickly
The meadow beyond remains rich and green
I see our end, emerging so quickly
The clouds overhead sink down in between.
I’ll gather my thoughts, your heart on my sleeve.
Love me so hard that I can’t hear you leave.
All rights reserved, Alicia Fitton 2016
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