Sweet deception. Oh cruel, cruel, cruelest comfort. I have known the first. I have known the last. Of your kind. Sweet deception. My one consolation. Shall I find my rest.
To take you in. Is to feel a great sadness. Is to hold a great hope. Heavy in my chest. To let you go. Is to lose my balance. Is to fall into silence.
Secrets spun as thin as summer threads. Hidden in the hems of summer dresses. "It's only skin, warming skin," you said. Innocence can bow and kiss your forehead.