Privation
Yearning your hands running through my body,
Exploring the map as its given to you.
Our destination is clear
But your intentions are a blur.
Frigid night that withholds the affability of your embrace,
While I sit under the dark skies awaiting consideration.
I look from side to side attempting to locate the inner you
But in the process I encounter my biggest mistake.
To look for something that is not in existence anymore;
Running through a maze with paths that lead to nowhere.
Idiotic of me to believe this was real;
Seeing through a mirage with aspiration as my weapon.
Copyright © Rahima Espat | Year Posted 2015
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