"Shall I Stay or Shall I go?"

The hypnotic smell of honeysuckle on an unsullied spring night, engulfs my senses, magically uplifting my soul to soar, and then hover above. My subconscious self whispers, shall I stay or shall I go?

The most sincere spoken words ever heard by my ears Making my harmonious heart dance and my golden eyes blaze, My subconscious self whispers, shall I stay or shall I go?

The tender caress upon the nape of my neck to the tip of my chin Guiding my sensual supple lips to his.. My subconscious self whispers, shall I stay or shall I go?

Feeling as if I'm wearing two uncommon shoes, one flat one four inches high. Hobbling down the street waiting, for the matching shoe to fall . My subconscious self whispers, shall I stay or shall I go?

Persistent memories of my past, cloud my mind of cruelly spoken words, and painful blood shed upon my caring heart and delicate skin My subconscious self whispers, shall I stay or shall I go?

"I shall stay," "And the past shall go"

By Priscilla-Mae
March, 2006