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Last Midnight

Under your black guiding

Wing I acquired a taste

For Disobedience:

You taught me the

Art of rebellion.

Our weekly midnight meetings

Fueled my blood’s circulation

And gave light to the tedious

Weeks.

For three months we

Danced a jig of

Lust and love;

Fighting

My parents and

Hiding

From yours.

We did not care

About age and time

Was not on our minds.

All we knew was then and there.

I was taught to

Love by you:

You marred my innocence.

Your body still bears my name

By the print of your right thumb

But my body only remembers the midnight I did not meet you.