Through the Keyhole
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She, there drawn, but not for sleep
Daubed in guile, the heartless weep
Cold, the secrets sheets thus keep
Peeking, stained in deeds that creep
Through the burning keyhole ...
Burning, jealous eyes ...
Bodies scorched with flames to fan
Limbs entwined in breadths to span
Dreaming does what dreaming can
Peeking blessed me, the "other man"
Through the callow keyhole ...
Callow, spotless eyes ...
Once, she spilled her passions, freed
Crimped from time and shallow need
Perfecting spawn with faultless seed
Peeking, searched to stem the bleed
Through the nascent keyhole ...
Nascent, beggared eyes ...
Now, the years force hearts to stray
In careless arms, the dreams decay
One whose blistered hands will pray
Peeking, danced in lust's ballet
Through the rusted keyhole ...
Rusted, weeping eyes ...
Weeping ... trust's demise.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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