Crisscrossed

May not mean anything to you but it is everything to me....

CRISSCROSSED

Moonlight dances,

catapulting delight and

veering into the direction of

another careless indiscretion.

Warm hands and soft lips.

Averted gaze, still life.

Admissible advances are all but lost,

left to wander through an open cloud.

Seething emotion

with fulfilled denial,

adrift a grievous misdirection.

Ingenious loopholes on the rug,

she says....

Undeniable whispers are

desperately incomplete and

feathering off into the existence of forever.

A blind eye to its inevitable conclusion.

Always alluding to,

the unspoken,

miserable

connection.

Reviews

[wordman]

a great write,and i guess we all have traveled this road,some more than others

[Deandra Dawn]

Thank you so much!

[wordman]

my pleasure !