"Dust and Promises"
Come closer, she said
with a knowing smile
moving towards me
with the trained grace
of a ballet dancer
Desire is a blade
that cuts too close
to my fragile skin
the blood on my hands
falling away
in desperate pieces
When all I wanted
was your touch
as the sun sets
all we shared
Fades away
until all that is left
is dust and
unfulfilled promises.
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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