Penitence


Flower me honey with your kisses, oh, my soft pedal of sweet joy, with lips
delicate and vibrantly alluring which even the heavens having awaken,
left rapturously sighing towards this haunting like elixir, with the angels
above singing in reverence upon you enchanting presence, me left chasing
long gone moments during my wounded bliss, perhaps gone raving made once
nightfall approaches with its emerging shadows and the earth having become
but a dark void, where arising memories roam like marauding instigators where
I too innocently having once upon been the victim of love.

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