An adjective for her

Not quite suspended in the sky
Yet on the edge of darkness and reprive
I hang
Clinging between the unknown and forbidden
And the familiarity of false nuances
Descending from the heavens;
Outcast from a Paradise Lost
When Milton wrote of a souls demise
I had waited for you to kiss my cheek
And gather me in your arms
As though I had always longed there
Not in your lies, or that of my own.

___EVE 2016.

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