I stand behind the veil of a tender taboo, watching you, wanting you, knowing that the delicate curtain between us is fragile enough to tear but formidable enough to forbid.
It is not my place to decide which one it will be.
Condemned to stand guarded watch on the sharp edge of life’s desire, I can only pray for a stray word to sanction a way inside.
Copyright 2009
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Oh, Divine Goddess of word mastery!
Don’t make fun, my Ranga. I actually like this one! Wait until I post the Ranga one. I have about 50 more to put up. They are written on so many slips of paper that I have already left some in public places and lost them in my house. Oh well. Wonder when and if they will turn up. Stay tuned. Thanks for the post.