Treasure Island

chris dawson


Silent Calling


Come to me my lover,
come to me with blind eyes,
with helpless cause and hopeful mind...
bring to me your all, that which has never be known to another.
Kneel your world, your everything before me,
lay before me as you lay yourself bare.
Though all my bidding is forbidden.
Though your calling must be silent,
hidden from any save our entwined souls.
A heady brew, that taste is none but ours to savour;
such bitterness to any other lips.
How could they understand when we ourselves have none,
it is not reason, though reason could be sought,
no rationale or logic may dictate,
nor morality refrain.
For now we flow, pronounce and behold,
we are and will continue to be!
Here, there, wherever we may find our place
apart we will always be together.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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