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At Wick's End

Candles in rock pool... Water like the deepest sea... A stirring began. Two hearts turn to flesh. Angelic auras ignite Infatuation. Silent, holding hands... Yet full of words afterwards Sent in love letters With upside down stamps, Scented poetry pages Drip unfailing love. Charismatic speech, Uncommon romantic deeds And fantasies bloom. Unconditional Promises prematurely Penned with shallow love Melt souls like soft wax. Formless objects of desire At wick end's dead flames Reveal the candles' Mistaken identities- "I thought I knew you's". Reality lights On the still, stagnant pool with Ripples of "you said's". Glowing nimbuses Form the rolling thunderheads And vapors of rain. Soft shoulders turn cold. Tongues set on fire with Hell's rage Turn indifferent. Two hearts become stone, And the first visitation Evokes hurt and hate. Endangered peace talks Precede a trail of tears to Extinct promises In boxed up letters Rubber banded together In a hidden place.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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