Dark Kiss For Contest
DARK KISS
His reservoir of confidence was dry
Her lingering kiss had tasted darker than her eye
In unbelief he sought the mystic moon now full--
Bereft he broached the ancient quadrivial
Clutching tight his mother’s smooth ligure
Canting low the precious periscope --with heart pure
He fought the spread of blackness in his soul.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
7/24/2013
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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