a breasted jacket,
a silver moon.
for one this night
will end too soon
——
the brazen smile,
the apprentice’s art.
She was wide open
He devilled her heart
——-
a depth left unspoken,
a table was turned.
He was left fearing
She watched her heart burn
——
the song she sings,
the glimpse of no fight.
She’s unyielding grace
He was blinded by the light
—-
a angel for a moment,
a devil for the sin.
She danced on his fire
He knew he could not win
——
the embracing of loins,
the ending from the start.
He tried to devour her
She gushed from the heart
——-
a flavour to remember,
a dessert to let flow.
She was just for a moment
He learned how to let go
——
About the Creator
Rebecca Clarkson
interests: sociology, philosophy: psychotherapy: anthropology, astrology, astronomy, history, geography, spirituality, theology, nature, beauty, photography, art, music, creating, writing, researching and FEELING IT ALL!
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