Under the full moon
a lone silver cloud,
edged like a razor,
floats across the sky.
Within the shadows
I stand crouched low waiting.
Whispering your name,
salty hot tears now
trailing down my cheeks.
My sad memories are filled
with bits of ugly truth.
Shielding me from this –
I am your prisoner.
You are remorseless.
As the needle permeates skin
my trembling hands
pop the balloon.
Sliding down heaven's dark rim
a sultry arousing passion
shatters me beyond repair.
You are there
watching me nod.
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