Love
She sat in silence, object of senseless shame
a silhouette of beauty, sketched by shadow of flame
Eyes of mirrored glass, dancing to the glowing fire
seduced by the embers’ flight, pirouettes of crackling desire
Back arched to attention, spine tingling, skin of fairest silk
her arms motionless, hands teething, clutching naked self
With feet crossed, her toes curled, biting a hardwood life
a sullen portrait, a pictureless mantle, of barren strife
Moonless midnight hair
pouring over pastel shoulders like a timeless ebony wine
Her virgin breasts blanketed
haunted by the chilling howls of a rusted broken chime
The walls crept closer, the ceiling inched ever so high
seconds became minutes, hours a deafening sigh
She sat breathless, lost, sobbing on gravity’s chest
her heart broken, crushed, hopelessly bereft
Tears strewn by wrinkled lies never meant to be
blind at birth, forgotten, by a world that could see
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