Ten days in a new life we become we become close and uncontrolled
by a past unbearable to mention, yet to heavy for just one to hold. The
gatekeepers to our hearts no longer on the watch, the warmth of
forgotten emotions grows and through an unmarked window seeps
into our souls. Is this the heat of attraction or just the time of our event?
We bare ourselves naked and allow love to guide this night; never to
speak of what’s done in the dark, never to allow feelings to be brought
to the light. Was this pure love I taste upon my lips? Or again have we
fell in lust with a friend and enjoyed an opportunity no one dare miss.
Emmanuel Bannister II
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-days-2/
