I Call To Death's Beauty
~~~
Blood-boltered rose of lust
beloved my silent yearning
my tike of death
a sting of pleasure
her love, sort salt divine
Of stain dissolve
in searing death
fall scape of love and worry
"death, that hath suck'd
the honey of thy breath"
thou seed still call of song
~~~
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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