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

never discussed,

but we both know exist,

whispering softly 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 virgin less world,

innocents among the guilty,

hidden truths lying

among dark and terrible days,

coming 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;

no longer afraid,

of the power she holds in her hands,

to destroy all that there is,

as I beg for the final thrust;

it rises for just a little while longer.

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