You constantly say I am impossible Maybe sometimes that might be true But you’re impossible all the time and so I say to you Give me a break please Psychoanalytic nagging is making me weary Perhaps it is possibly just your convoluted theory Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved De Jackson (AKA Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets tonight and he has prompted us with the word possible. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
The feeling was involuntary
Impossible to hold back
Encompassing my body
In a gradual attack
Filling my heart with love
To be poured over you
In sensual oils to massage
And the kiss of morning dew
Tied in silk ribbons
Your limbs I will bind
So you will stay forever
Lady Justice is blind
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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One little lie, two little lies
Three lies, four
This is how it begins
Hard to keep track
Impossible to ignore
Choosing to go down
that slippery slope
There’s no turning back
The choice has been made
Say goodbye to all hope
Infatuation is a welcome guest
But he obscures your vision
With a diaphanous veil
Making you the fool
Of bad decisions
Improvisation attempted
But not availed
You’ve shown your true colors
A relationship is now in ruins
His love cruelly assailed
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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