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Forbidden

How lovely to call out the one thou loves
A possessive trait to say, “come to me”
Not to become an object of mockery but the liberty to be together with one thou yearns for.
How I hunger to call out to him, to say, “My love, I am at the creek waiting”
The thrill of anticipation of his arrival.
Like a scoundrel ready his ambush.
Yes. I s’pose I have lost my morality to love
Yet I dance in the chambers of its sickeningly innocent passion.
A continual echo of my desire,
A hunger to call out without fear for the one I love.
I beseech love to find us a haven
I s’pose we found our haven
Depart we will be at dawn
A natural repulsion at daybreak
We are but forbidden, my emerald light.

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