Rebecca Baldwin Gently Beckons From Her Bed

This mind has aimlessly wandered

As pointless things are pondered

With hours devoured and squandered

While my thoughts of you grow fonder

Faults and failures frequently considered

Fruits of my labor grow bitter and withered

Among empty pleasures with which days are littered

Your fetching lips bend into a welcoming sliver

Precious treasures placed pointedly in your palm

Primal pleasures punctuate your pure and pristine calm

Let no one pry your fingers apart lest they lose their luster

When you are weighed down with worries and furiously flustered

In spite of the sorrows sympathetically swallowed

Your heart is never shut nor gutted nor hollowed

I rejected your affections so grossly misplaced

A splendid peck from your glistening lips bares a terrible taste

Recoiling from your hand I spat an acidic reprimand

And pulled up my sleeve revealing my indelible brand

Damning denials and words condescending

Inflict what I must to stem your pretending

As chilling confessions chill then still and kill your innocence

I'll crush whatever you consecrate and bare all consequence

Dash your delicate dreams and treat them like drivel

To drive you away as your illusions of me shrivel

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