Slowly

You raped my LoVe...in a tempo of a slow dance

You raped my thoughts...when i whisper to my loving in breaths...to you

You raped my writings...to every verse of a word from my heart

Now i bleed a death of forgiving you...only my Soul knows or can.

My senses  ....consumed in your vicious morality of my gentle being...giving love

Now ....i am ....i am...me in my enlightment of the Higher....

With only LoVe ....

In my Heart

Slowly it will be .....played again.