The freeze of death, opened wound her birthpangs seize me in my womb; a tear of isolated drip consumes my thoughts, Her hair, dressed up with ribbons; and I cannot combine my depths of sorrow to be made into a fever for her fears; She drinks the wine I am forbidden, and so say I; "I will depart you, dearest" I will have no part in your consumption. Temptation has its way of making madness from light; but I would love only you, to make things right; and let her go, Into the darkness, fade like a wisp; of smoke, Drink, lover; and let the devil have her way with you.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Jul 2013 03:17:40 +0000
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