When last temptation filled my hands,
they were crushed under stones of promise
seduced at the deliverance
The bite of your taste on my tongue,
filled empty and parched cheeks
sated now with sublime ignorance
You come to me with gray dreams,
and battered ghosts before my eyes
captured visions of benevolence
Leading me behind the curtain,
you stripped away my last resolve
moved by your sweet countenance
Swift was the brutal reckoning,
that you could not keep me close
lied to by my own indifference
A Thought For Every Word
GL Roberts Books 
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