Illicit

The bells of the temple ring
Making my hold tighter
As your shoulder gets wet
By my desperate cry
I dread to think of someone else
Holding you the way I do
My heart stops dangerously
When I hear them pulling you away…
Away somewhere to someone else,
Claiming you.
Your warmth still tingling on my finger tips
Making me shudder.
God be damned, if separation of this pulsating love
Is what he wishes,
Just because we are against the nature.