05-03-2017

05/03/2017

Nessa Monroe

 

Maybe, when the air is calm—

The summer comes—

My name lives on.

The ocean breeze;

That long white dress;

And you pursued me,

Like a quest.

But round and round,

I side-stepped you,

Until the day

I was your fool.

Night-time, and

A winter storm.

Your breath was hot;

Your lips were warm.

Those promises

Hung in the air.

You held me close,

And touched my hair….

A hurricane of

Endless nights,

Till it was time

That you took flight….

My heart was raw,

And I was yours;

But I was nothing

But your whore.

Well, time will pass,

And I’ll forget

The way you made me

Feel regret….

But sometimes, when

The storm rolls in,

I’ll go back

To you again.

I’ll feel your hands

On my skin—

How tasting you

Was like a sin.

And I’ll have hope

That I live on—

When summer comes,

And the air is calm.


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