At the Fringes

At the Fringes

A Poem by Azmurith

You stand there
at the fringes of my grasp.

Never far enough away
to be missing but
never close enough to be held.

You pain me as I pain you,
yet you give me joy
as I hope to give you.

There is a secret between us
that no one can know,
for that is why we can never be alone.

You tempt me in impure ways
as I tempt you in improper ways.
Never together at the right time,
always together at the wrong time...

© 2014 Azmurith


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Added on July 25, 2014
Last Updated on July 25, 2014