By Ali
Date: 2004 Feb 14
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Trespass

It's a sinner's symphony--
The whimsy of grace
That shudders from the inside out;
He has the kind of smile
That makes me believe.
It's a lukewarm warning
That love is soon to follow--
So I've got to stand my ground or run:
Not all diamonds are forever.
Clever--isn't it? This interplay
Of wildness and innocence,
Two indifferent circumstances
Lost in what we say.
I cannot stay.  But don't stir
A second, else destiny be disturbed,
And these torrid, tangled moments
Will then be called another name,
One more dangerous then the first.
Truth comes in many colors,
And some, the heart is not meant to see,
Yet I tread too softly here, in defense
Of this hallowed ground--I trespass sweetly,
In the arms of a moment
That has yet to belong to me.