Purity


I had a dream once about a man
Standing with some tea talking to his friends.
Confused, he saw a familiar hand
Reach for his, not to tempt but rather to mend.
He pulled away slowly to comprehend this deed
But hers continued in pursuit pure as the wind.
She caressed his shoulder as if she were planting a seed
He began to understand she was vulnerable, free of sin.
For ten seconds love poured out from her hands
Without a hint of corruption or desire she leaned in.
On the back of his neck is where that kiss lands.
In this moment his soul lets go a dead silent grin.
She walked away content knowing her purpose was fulfilled
As he escaped to a world that all have known but few speak of.
A gun ascended to his head,
Then to a righteous death,
He bled.

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