Thursday, May 30, 2013

So It Is Written

You darkened the beauty
with that cold wine
and I watched it spill across my heart
pulling it tight

the lock was made
and you fastened the door
my roses at your feet, crushed
stains upon your fingertips

I know the truth, it is written above
yet still I tried to dance
that awkward dance of love
that crucifying desire

and still the moon, and still the moon
opens her milk to the vastness of sky

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