Choices
by JRP
In my hand
I hold the key to immortality,
a respite from
time, gravity, and obsolescence
in a world
crippled with vanity,
but it fits into
only one lock,
and destiny isn’t sharing.
In my other hand
I hold the key to forgiveness,
a warm, sensual embrace
on a blustery December night,
and the locks are plentiful,
held ready and willing,
but rusted shut from disuse.
Beautiful
Thnaks! And thanks for following,
Jack