Just a Little While Longer

I have seen how quickly

forever can be,

in this life which never stops,

as her and I play silent games,

which are never discussed,

but we both know exist,

whispering softly to one another

during mad, passionate, lovemaking,

pretending not to notice

the shifting and rearranging,

of roles and rules

which have stood from

the beginning,

our souls touching those things

never before touched,

virgins in a jaded world,

innocents among the guilty,

seeking hidden truths

among dark and terrible days,

which come forth revealing

venomous and blasphemous things,

as they really are,

and she finally hears the song

which no one else has heard,

words which can never be said,

the final mask removed,

and now

she has it all,

given freely,

no longer afraid

of the power she holds

in her hands,

ready to destroy all

that there is,

as I beg for the final thrust,

to end this ultimate lie,

this final denial;

yes, it rises,

for just a little while

longer.

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