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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required unspoken ~ the siren of sour-ice sunsets hangs on the cusp of kismet ~ tied with swarovski threads of viper-thorns and sinful solstice seasons , I, the mistress of the snake, slither with the minstrel , laying the cobra crown of ash feathers ~ on your elysian epitaph where the solaris weeps and esoteric emeralds sigh … O blush opal love … you were my Ouroboros ~ in the skin of seven-scaled saint, the snake biting its tale forming forever sparks of flaming rose rings ~ as eternity emanated healing on sapphire heart-fire, surfing on the crest of the sea with coconut-scented kayaks that reach beyond the endlessness of the earth , and there was still a lore of life lulled by devil-oysters and ocean-dragons until death fed upon what never felt alive … I reminisce the mists of medieval romance ~ rippling in your rage as remorse remained weary and the clouds spilled a thousand secrets soaked with teal and topaz, this moon-water became a venom song, shean and slippery ~ with sarcastic notes bleeding in velvet, and the fangs of the fortnight remained fatal with their fever of fixation … but … maybe our longing is a myth a reincarnated taboo, flowing in psychedelic papers ~ like a tributary aching to meet the soul of silver ink ~ because a torn canvas is two paintings consumed into one … as if, pulses of the lost dwell between the diamond edges becoming twin-flame breaths ~ and the sun sighs defeated by the ancestral spirits hanging low within the smudge of liquid sins in the sky drenched with smokey blood of the dusk and the dawn … in this pathological heist of premordial passion ~ let the kiss of the serpent exhume me … let the python primroses dress the infancy of affection that could not come true … because, I'm seduced by the stars without a script , love-drunk on desire as you melt my tears into your sweet fire ~ where I blemish … within wrinkled ache betrayed … and buried beneath the pearls you left for me …
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