She has rejected, me infinite times. But it falls upon deafness.
My love is scaly with rust, and tarnished past repair. It is still strong as the instant of our first embrace.
I am helpless, for it is within her chilled edifice alone where I breathe.
Unable to depart, unable to refuse, weakened to my inner soul.
Strength enough only to await her next command. My heart knows it will never be uttered.
The red early December moon avows a frigid rain as it floods my deepest desires.
The final breeze passes it's mark, and not a single ember remains.
Stranded in the embrace and memories of love denied.
-Johnny V.
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