A Villanelle
There are places in my heart
I will not let you go,
Where shame retreats to shadow —
At your soft footsteps, departs.
You know.
You’ve known since long ago,
Yet still you promised from the start:
“I will not let you go.
And from my love, no sea of sin, no
Wickedness within, can part
You; know
I will not leave you bound below.
Though death itself tear us apart,
I will not let you go.”
And so you set me free. It’s slow,
But shadows flee and I start to believe unfinished art:
“You know
I will not let you go.”
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Originally posted as part of Chalkboard's Imagà Imaginings image-inspired poetry project.
Image by ì œë”§.
Image by ì œë”§.
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