On The Table

Lock and key,
for me.
For you,
it’s true.
So new,
just for a few.
My heart,
your dart.
Infectious passion
in unwavering fashion.
Unfamiliar becomes
the familiar succumbs.
The absolute one
my surrender comes.
Conjoining, pleading
the comfortable bleeding has quit seeping.
Strength and promise.
No more malice.
Now it’s deep,
struggles no longer steep.
Once, a lifetime tease –
Now a daily please.

I need to confess
with you I am truly blessed.

– Chris[tine] Harris


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