Betrayed
Forbidden love,
Carried on the breath,
Of the whispering wind…
He asks again for,
Forgiveness,
For all of his sins…
Yet he turns around
To create more,
To be forgiven,
As all have been granted before…
So singer!
Sing her a song,
Of dreams…
And bless the damned,
For their long lost,
Ignorance…
Amongst other things…
As wicked,
And lovely,
As life lies with,
A velvet tongue…
Or as pure as the blood,
That in these veins run…
Can he sweet talk the martyr…
That raises our inspiration in death…
But slip free,
The new bride’s garter,
In anticipation of,
Her orgasmic breath…
In his ear,
Until it is silenced by,
Time or,
Familiarity…
And love is,
A priority,
No more…
And the whispering winds,
They carry again,
His sins…
To be forgiven,
As all have been granted before…
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