Sunday, September 17, 2017

Black Pearl

Black Pearl

Her lips, waves of inspiration, trust, security.
Gliding through clouds of despair.
In an instant, the horizon rips her soul from my grasp.
Anemic, desperate, left to die.

Her eyes, stars of supernova, forceful and guiding.
Our souls rejoined in the depths of the unknown.
How long has it been?
How did I get here?
No matter, that which breathes life into me has returned.

Her hair, fields of hope, beckoning silently.
She is close, yet so far away.
The deafening silence fills me up to the top, ripe for eruption.
A stranger to her, has it been that long?
How can I make her remember?
Perhaps with a kiss, if only I could reach her.

Her legs, pillars of piety and purgation.
With each waking second I shrink.
With each infinite second, I become closer to losing her again.
I was strong with her, I am strong by virtue of her.
My wrath will be known!
My vengeance unrivaled, supreme!
My sacrifice justified.

Her arms, all encompassing, smooth, gentle.
Rivers of pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed, sloth
A creature of no sin, is it possible?
Through her love, and in her arms, perhaps.
Love conquers all, its conquered me.
Can it conquer my conqueror?
Can it show him the avenue to mercy?
Time, if only we had it.

Her breasts, twinkles of time.
Inseparable is our fate, eternal.
It can’t be banished nor stolen.
Hidden or destroyed.
Stowing away deep in our spirit.
At peace, harmony, content.
Embracing our spirits, freedom dawned.
Calling to us.
Saving us from ourselves!


















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