for Russell Ragsdale
'you cannot win' she says
as she pulls the blindfold down off your eyes
revealing the course of obstacles before you
'but if you do, by some chance'
her voice is like a song with no end
the anticipation building
as she breaths beautiful warmth
down the nape of your neck
she whispers 'you may have me'
and now you know, you must win.
1 comment:
Thanks dear Katy! What a wonderful poem. Now I know how to get into heaven!
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