Love’s Forfeit

RDP – Grace

Kiss my lips and make me cry,
Opium, sweet, my lullaby.
Epic dreams laugh in your wake,
“Pray the Lord my soul doth take.”

Kiss my lips and make me cry,
Painted wings, my butterfly,
Candy words that skip with grace,
Wounded silk, dark and debased.

Kiss my lips and make me cry,
For a heart not mine to buy;
Yet glad moth unto your flame,
Bruised in love to speak your name.

Kiss my lips and make me cry,
Soon your hand will close my eye.
A doomed waltz that lead astray,
Death, a forfeit now to pay.

©RMC September 2018

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