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Monday, 18 April 2011

Furor Poeticus: Day 2

Last kiss

With a final embrace announces love its parry,
With kiss of flesh with flesh; doused in blood,
Where the salty waters must needs caress the shore,
Forays the blade with a killing riposte.

The mythos fades with the wind-blown lips
Of an angel, trapped in the folds of time;
With tears in her eyes she sings a song of fear.
Where souls deny communion must foibles unite.

Desecrated remains of the day, her breaths
Withering, again, that crest of a knave,
And so she lays her head, gentle, atop his thigh,
At the mercy of a thief awaiting her last sigh.

Clemency is as clemency does, bastard child of glory;
Wherefore the sea diminishes into this worldly maw,
Its infinite reaches drawn into the wells of her eyes,
A sylvatic anthem summarised in the legacy of a tear.

The last kiss was long ago;
He does not remember the last kiss anymore.

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