A Nether, a Love
in throes of death we come alive
conceived
a commutation
strapped to the sins of no other
but us
swords held taught
bitten we bleed
from ravenous jaws
of long found lust
saturated in a life's
lost lesson/lessen
thrust
upon the fire
burning amongst throats of (wo)man
be damned
be god-damned
in the distance we run free
be not it here
for pleasure lies just past the edges of the sea
where battles shall breed
and we breath
thru the crazy
these darkened times
^
forged to her bosom,
is the (l)on(e)ly thought upon his mind
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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