The Trap

by Tubal Cain

So long wayfarer, leave, if you must
But leave behind this heart of mine
Before you go
The heart you stole
With your smile
And your humble mien 
Even before I knew,
Of the thorns,
That grow
On your tongue;
And the wantoness
Of the soil 
On which the seed of your wild ways
Were sown.
What belongs out,
I know,
Cannot be held in
For long.
Leave, if you must,
But first give back
The treasure
Which is trapped 
Within your look
Set free
This heart of mine
Before I let go,
Of your flesh.

The Trap by Tubal Cain

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