The price of admission

January 15, 2018

Was that the wind?
Blowing sweet nothings
Through the keyhole
Of my heart?
Or was that you?
The breath warm
On the nape of my neck
Promising me the world
For one small price.
That price must be paid
In full, and perpetuity
For it is, my life.

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