A Start But This Could Be My End
an introduction
written upon her wall
even in the darkness
sparks struck
where one could see it all
blood of man
chalice'd
leaching out
a dying hand
sacrosanct in stature
soliloquies of structure
unscripted
pure nobility
freeing
fixture infused
upon a crux of more
than mere
mortal whim
flirtatious
notes passed in passings
tongues aflutter
no flight
full of fight
words afeather the wind
in a creative oper'anda
open wounds
salved
cremated a'will
within the calm
present
teased locks flow
muscles tensed
plucking the verity of harm,
strength, armor
battles yet to come
snug senses
save thru the fall
the harvest moon aglow
hanging out true arms
need for her only
a heart to warm
the cold of man
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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