I will tell them of your kiss
like I am telling a ghost story,
passed on ageless
with wisdom from withered lips-
don't ever trust the one
who splashes your innocent blood
on the door of his body and hides,
hoping the angel of love will pass him by,
firstborn and only son.
He cannot let you in.
He is sick on self-sacrifice.
3 comments:
Davkalah,
the twist here is like spun rope that folds back on itself
may I ask you to link to my other blog? it's more finished, updated more frequently, less private than ladyliberal
http://notes-from-prague.blogspot.com
~D
yes ma'am! :)
Thank you!
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