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Sunday, 17 January 2010

Deliverance


        
Tonight I have a special guest
This time I know when he’s coming
And this time he’s not leaving
I took my time preparing
Everything must be perfect for his arrival
I picked his favourite flowers:
Red Oleanders
And bathed in them
With music and candles
I have to look my best for him
I’m wearing my favourite perfume
The most memorable scent in the world
I’m wearing my two silver pendants
The ones so dear to my heart
I’m wearing my scarlet shoes
The pair I save for special occasions
It won’t be long now
I’ve waited a lifetime
I’m wearing my finest dress
So he’d know how much he means to me
I’m wearing my blood red lipstick
So he’d kiss me endearingly; passionately
I’m wearing his oleanders in my hair
So he’d see how much I’ve been longing for his warm embrace

I open my oldest bottle of wine
As I anticipate his arrival
Sitting with a racing heart
And an armful of red oleanders
I’ve missed him so dearly
I’ve been aching to see him
I catch my breath
Here he comes now
My special guest of honour
I close my eyes and smile
I greet him with open arms
My love
My dear old friend
My salvation
…My DEATH

 





                                              



Is to me
                  My salvation
                                   










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