From the past my future will arise.
by A.J. McKinley
Never again to wear my disguise.
Listening to he who completes the four.
To my soul I shall weep no more.
Trappings of desire in a single glance.
Retreating from temptations dance.
I close my eyes to an imagined kiss.
Opened again to a broken wish.
My truth is reality but not as you see
Fire is burning from she who is me.
Wings of protection fly me home.
The kiss is mine, a gift to you alone.
Fragments of yearnings emerged in desire.
Can you handle my passion's fire?
Again I close broken eyes to weep.
For he who is four that I cannot keep.
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley