Thief’s Honour

23 Apr

I’m hiding beneath my tunic another’s own,
My fingers clasped in priceless fold.

I hold in my Mind a moments grandeur,
Of birth bleak but existence infinite.

Bourne in Nonchalant cast,
Betraying not the Tempest within;
It ravages my being demanding mention,
to Leave and let Live, to be free.

Were it my lot to give back,
I would in manner equal;
Only to steal it back again!

That which plagues my soul,
That which fills my being with secret longing……

This anothers Kiss!

©njuguna Xavier 2011

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Posted by on April 23, 2011 in Emotions, Relationships


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