Just a Little While Longer

I have seen how quickly

forever can be,

in this life which never stops,

as her and I play these silent games

which are never discussed,

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 satiated 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;

she has it all;

which I give freely,

no longer afraid of the power

she holds,

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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