Still you

Three knocks on the door,
Sweat on my skin,
Don’t want to stop it,
I let you in.

Your voice my reward,
Your tongue on my lips,
Subtle shift toward love,
For me, the scale tips.

Seven knocks to the floor,
Destiny spoke ,
I dust myself off,
Three words stuck in my throat.

You mock me some more,
With your flippant remarks,
Innocent barbs,
Shot straight through my heart.

Vous avez mon amour,
My passion in-situ,
Forever unchanging,
In my heart there’s still you.

© 2012
Ruby Honeytip


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