For the Stroke of My Love
tears are thrown in
the dark alley
basket of bread
smeared
with human blood
wasteland of thorns
splashed in the last war
night sky on her vigil
raining red flowers on my heart
brown soil mingles with the puddles
nascent mud is born
your priceless wet lands
moist with the fruit of passion
wait eternally for the stroke of my love
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