dangerous

dangerous
game she’s playing
in a field of men
grabbing
misbehaving
he stands
in a corner
waiting
praying
she finally stays
resting
digressing
into her old ways
illusions of love

Posted on 05/18/201805/18/2018 Posted in PoetryTagged death, dreamscapes, forgiveness, illusions, listening well, lovers, lust, meaning of life, mental well-being, muse, relationships, suffering, this writing life, time, voice, who am I

2 thoughts on “dangerous”

sampsonthepoet says:

05/18/2018 at 1:29 pm

sweet

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  05/18/2018 at 3:12 pm
  
  Thanks for the comment. 🙂
  
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