

CreationThe staggering end is held in her eyes And with it stretches a new beginning Adorned in shadows and bloody kisses The archway lights blink, Once, twice As feather-fingers entwine with mineCreation
Opaque, a sleek safeguard from the sun Velveteen tresses murmur on my cheek A ravens plumage and a spiders silk Laced with the fragrance of an angel Incongruous to a demon by design
She presses her wintry lips to my neck And I nearly reach out to embrace her My tongue flicks a nervous lick at sweat An avid tattoo in my breast to remind me Omnia muta
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Thank you very much for the fave on 2004-20(The Harp)
and welcome to DA
--
Jim Duvall
National Coalition for Sexual Freedom fighting for your rights to be who you are.
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