Love Letter From the Soul Lxii
M,
Her eyes see through me
past my musk barrel chest
toasted and aged
spawned from ambers of grain
into makings of a soul
marked by the slit of her knife
blood trailed into oblivion
seducing death at the foot of my heart
black and burnt
begging to be let out
it lies but doesn't lie
as chambers call for her truth
she sees through me
and I see her looking
into the swirl of the night
fading closer than the moon
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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