As We Die
as we die
as we die another lesson
time whinds the clock
of
flesh
peeling
from floors
blood soaked
off again
with
my
head
oh
great
creator
of
mystical art
guide me
get out
of
my
way
charge me
with death
of
the
flesh
tongue sliced slivers
talked me
from
the
moon
dance
for
me
as
she did
dance for me
as she does
music
box
mystery
play for me
enter my dreams
she comforts me
softly myfingertips search her
each brushing movement
love is made
here we are
under stars
bathe me
in more
of
you
as we die
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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