you asked to meet me
beneath the blue
branches of the weeping
willow leaves dark
in the shadowed
heart brushing aside
my resolve like widow’s
weeds draped over heaving
shoulders pushing back
down my objections
soaking my breast
with sobs of undying
passion and devotion
promising pleading
until I crack
yet you are not here
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- PLEASE -
she says begging rather obviously.
