in another language
softly spoken and
one close to my blood pump
the word gift means poison and
married too
not a fragrance of desire
as my days are coming to an
end, the nights ahead will never
satisfy your kind
I give you a promise though
no matter how far I go
the memory of you will never
fade
the months just gone
our Crossing paths
the unknown and desireable
will always be
your parting gift
I know
