Here it is written
this sacred verse
from high atop a set of stairs
that one girl,
perched high above the others
where only she can lay claim
to the forbidden words.
Soft spoken or otherwise
I am attracted to her pause
with no careful consideration
to the girl I am drawn
consumed by wanting
it is her intellect
taking center stage.
I kneel here
out alongside her
I’ve practiced this
for centuries
here on open palms
wanting to pray at her altar
I carefully say the words
watching her lips move
repeating my answers
and we continue like this
on the edge of hours
I sip at first
and then I devour
I drink from her cup
unable to quench
this inner-thirst.
It isn’t until
the jealous sun interrupts
calling out our attention
her room is a disastrous mess
eyes stay locked in-step
I disappear through curtains
the girl and her charms
she shifts and opens
a gilded envelope
with tonight’s
new instructions.
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