Inspired by a line from Lily Bart in The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton
I.
Love me with a blissful heart, rushing
like white water down the falls
as wild as the feeling of racing down
a country lane on a bicycle,
the wind in your face and through your hair
as faithful as the post
and as steadfast as the pouring rain.
II.
Love me when we sit around a bonfire
light flickering on my face,
love me when you watch me run a race,
flushed, breaths loud, gasping,
love me when the city lights shine
on our faces as you drive
and I ride shotgun.
III.
Love me
but do not tell me.
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Poetrywe are the broken//we are the corrupt//we are the shallow #54 poetry (2/23)
