Tortured Sinner
You, scattered in the fragments
of a smashed mirror. Reflecting youth
and within your gloom torn eyes
shows the loss; bound by the sweet hatred
of love.
Love, oh! How pure and captivating
your soul is to me;
Shimmering on trembling tongues,
Lips soft, coral eyes dark:
Heart the cascade of gold, gold, gold.
Shining through the cracks, the crevasse
of all hopes, characterized
in those definite strokes
of the torturer.
Your personal hell.
Let me take those fissures,
Glittering light beaming off scars
and bring them to my lips.
Let me explore the honey
of life’s harsh cud.
I take you. I look into you,
Dive through the curse
of your sea, bitter salt
clinging to my cheeks,
Yet mixed with purity.
Mixed with my love for thee.
Link with me, limbs of the sodden earth
wrapped around the smooth wick of bark.
You thumping thunder
beneath my outstretched tips, I promise
I’ll stay till the last beat.
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