If destiny grants me live long,
Thy epitaph I will scribe
Lest I am able to write whatever I wanted your soul to know
How alien and seductive has it been.
How many times I restricted my hand from touching thy body;
For the fear of contamination .
Thy beauty contagious is.
Can I survive? , I question thy dear soul
"Mayhap when I in earth rot".
YOU ARE READING
SHALL
PoetryRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
