Treasure Island

MacGregor Tagliaferro


A Confession


I admit the need,
Entangled in her limbs,
I have never admitted
My pretendin' and posturin',
Nothin' but bluffin',
Nothin' but coquetry

I long for her, and yet
I cannot deny what
My better self disowns,
For my distraction
Brings such satisfaction
To the cravin' within

Therefore I turn my back
On her and ride away
Those questionin' eyes
That are fixed upon me!
What can they do but haunt me
As empty night closes in

© Cowboy Coleridge

Submitted: Thursday, January 10, 2013
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For the Dark Muse October 2012 Out West

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