Carrying the fever and heat of love’s first flame, I set out on a journey expectant and anxious, sealed and tight lipped, all emotions bottled. From port to port I journeyed, travelling in a little love vessel. What a heavy cargo of dreams I carried with the scent of memories perfumed. Did a black cat cross my path? Behind all veils of cloud, hope lingered My spirit…. pulsating inside. My senses…. waiting for the moment of beatitude! Skyward I flew floating through the air to land, finally in your trembling hands, dreaming of a nameless delight, bursting out at the earliest moment. With my heart beats rising hoarse, you slit my mouth, pulled my soul out. But, gnarling at my face, mercilessly you tore me into bits. and threw me into the bin!! In the Westerly wind, slivers of me flew about like ghosts, unable to get back to their graves. After whirling naked in the gust of wind, pieces of me fell down one by one, to lie inert on the ground, gasping for the final breath. Did the firmament tattooed by stars mock at my pitiable plight?
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