Lisabelle Tay

If not now

then when will we break into Eden?
Night the snow rushes in silence,
day the angels are burning.
Our hope is the in-between.
But you are shackled and reeling
from recent escape. Hard, isn’t it?
Get a grip. I love you.
I have waited long enough.
We are perilous and overdue.
Come. The hedges are breachable
where desire burns through.
Turn and kiss me on the mouth
and we shall slip in all at once.
Look — the sun begins
to remember why it was made.
The angels are draping their eyes
with charms. Minutes now.
Forgetting is past. It’s not too late.
Who would blame us
for being happy?

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