it was the eyes
that tried and tried
and finally pried
opened the doors
of the soul and all
therein, wherein
shadowy and timid
love simmered;
or thighs like scythes
that tower to heights
where in the sky
the kingdom's walls
fall to thunder, torn
asunder by a simple
kiss from a fount of
blissful waters,
cauterising the open
wounds from which
seeped through
breath, and in: death.
yes, the lips ripped
fear away, so that dear
life ran reddened once
more, forevermore;
in her mind as I in hers.
Ex Tempore LXIX
M.M. — 29-Oct-2013
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