An Act Of Contrition Poem by Audrey Stephenson

An Act Of Contrition

Rating: 4.5


You cannot force me into an act of contrition
To pull up the straps of a narcoleptic faith
Just to pine in the corner of a room called desire
You cannot make me love with a timid shame

Just cut your deck of insinuations
But I've seen your tricks in the space between my bed and wall
With euphoric words warm like amiable wine
But I know thats not all I've got coming

An impervious rescue is still at stake
And folds into these crested leaves
They are paralyzed, void of a causal force
Just to drown in the wind

Hide behind the papers left to unfold beneath the smile of time
Let your love die from the pragmatism of medical science tyranny
Run into the back of a rose
As if its soul was manifested in that velvet burgundy

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