the slap

the wind, last night,
delivering the sharp, cold
lover's rebuke
to my cheeks,
reminded me of
many pledges,
that I must keep,
vows serving
as hedges, that let me
sleep soundly
next to you,
knowing that
in motion,
and still,
I will always
be True,
as such is my Destiny:
with You.

October 13, 2009, for the Wifey.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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