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© Nicholas Vosper 2002 |
Spare me the misguided empathy of your touch it bruises the fragile membrane of my resolve. And at the last, the remains of my fidelity will dust your conscience, leaving me grounded. Save me the brilliant intensity of your gaze it draws me perilously close to your heat. And after all, betrayal will out and obsession will control until all that is past is undone. Grant me the mercy of an eleventh-hour reprieve, withdraw your hand and lower your eyes. And at the last, I will remember what I am and that I cannot afford to lose what I have now. |