Eternal Embrace
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it was a happenstance meeting and perchance my destiny,
my fate or maybe it was to be my doom-
I had been walking the woods alone and he came to me
a handsome stranger, hypnotic . . .
how I found myself in this place is uncertain but
the walls are damp and musty and draped with moss
I hear dripping water echoing from somewhere and I tremble
yet, I somehow already love him . . .
I brush his dank raven hair from his forehead
the tendrils soft as a spiders web
oh, surely this is reckless folly . . .
slowly his kisses follow the contour of my neck
and his whispers are like a drug to my soul
my hair flows like a dark rive, and
the promise between us are words unsaid . . .
I sigh and moan, and
my heart flutters and quivers with desire
all thoughts of my life drift away
all the scars have gone in this surreal love
and I have left the ravaged garden that I called living
red- a daub of blood trickles from his lips
and I kiss the smear away hungrily . . .
suddenly, a wafting gust of wind is whirling
around us and we hover in a forever
eternal
embrace . . .
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January 17, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Eternal Embrace
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1105-728-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge, Bardenesque
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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