My heart in a sling
5 May 2020
The worded
Intentions that creep
Permeate
Nocturnal
My skin as they strike so deep
Within my chambers
I reply
In silent whispers
Wild at heart
I resist
The tame and familiar shore
That they have in store
I face it
Millenium stares
Into me
As I flee
The rhapsody beckoning
My heart in a sling
Reading of the poem:
Nina Simone – Wild Is The Wind (Live In New York 1964)
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