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Time's Arrow

We met,
we sat
together on the couch
at my friend's house.
I left,
to your regret,
not mine,
not at the time.
I felt that
trouble brewed
as soon as things
turned lewd;
this I eschewed.
But who, my dear
decides degrees
of doings-wrong,
who knows what deeds
give peace, what feats
only bring leeway
for dismantling
your morality?
Perhaps we would
have struck the light,
with acts on skin
to cleanse our fates,
or make for straight
descent to hell?
None can tell.
Time's arrow points,
and scolds our faces
as we revel in the past.
But I do wonder,
would this glory stored
some tender, saintly sin
if we were doomed to meet
once more,
in distant dream?

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Publicerad 2021-06-04 02:33

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