by this Elizabeth
An embassy conveyance, closed
sealed with arms, fine leather cushions
my past rushes up, so it goes
tidal waves of desperation
The cool seats remember the books
in his study - and his red marks
blooming on my back, his dark looks
and tonight, love, fire and sparks
My friend's worried eyes, whispering
as I explain amid all this
unexpected and blossoming
unlooked for - dreams, a simple kiss
Unlike this protection, the guard,
eyes trained on the window - watching
for assassins; it is so hard
the blood on my hands, the knowing
Red ribbons hanging from my wrists
and just like this, trust bound in lust
all to blame on a goodbye kiss
and a carriage kept waiting - tossed.
