Pandora
“I remember,” he whispered softly
She listened smiling but answered not
"Don't you?" he asked, persistent now
He wanted her to unlock that place
deep inside, locked and barred
where the knowledge resided
safe, disarmed and undisturbed
In captivity and darkness dwelt
the prison where the memories lay
unbidden, waiting to see daylight
Easier than allowing their release
to derive their power and once again
inflict their tortuous love
upon her being, injuring her
Would their potency have waned
with the years that lay between?
Or would she find herself again
at their mercy? Vulnerable, exposed
to a passion that burned so bright
His touch once again consuming her
“I remember,” she said, and sighed.
Phyl Wright (c) 2009