a moment

Well here we are, its Monday night and all is quiet. I guess that’s not a bad thing but as I often tend to do, this has been a night full of thought. The lovely part is, with thought comes question and anytime I start to question it never fails confusion will always manifest. I know that life can not be as complicated as what I seem to make it most of the time.
I know I have shared this poem before but I ran across it tonight and thought I would post it again….

A Moment
by Purity Corrupted ©

For a moment I was the blessed one.
I was the aim of his yearnings,
And I revealed as the focus of his attention.
I was the object of his desire.

For a moment I was the hunted.
The blood of his prey was on his lips,
And I lay wounded before him.
Vulnerable to the killing strike

For a moment I was his.
Wounded and waiting for my little death.
La Petite Mort.
He left. And I died.


Gem ;)