Eyes like sullen moons, light reflecting empty,
longing spirits and riveting black.
Stripes along your back worn proudly;
Boasting of victories long since passed—
Stirring up the loves you lost along the path.
Inner chords plucked; a playful vibration quivering
pleasure up though riotous core.
Beliefs briefly put on hold; cautiously
approaching slow coursing ecstasy. Soaking
thoughts in heat, setting hearts on a bed of coal.
No tree to tremble under and lay silently weeping,
for love, it’s passed. All’s left is lust;
Filling yet viciously empty-- void of warmth.
Tugging the tender parts, wanton crows
pluck apart what’s left of a beautiful soul.
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