Touch Therapy - 1
As sanskrit simmers
upon the splintered mind
of savaged souls
the evolution of emotion
eloquently enters the environ
of your vulnerable virtue,
entreating the crying heat of your heart
to hasten no more
towards the shadow of shame,
Her Shadow sang the sorrow
of a suppressed sweetness,
a love forbidden in the phobia
of the world's dervishing dystopia,
sanctuary was not in her heart,
it belonged in her heated nerves
the expressway of uncompromised courage,
Her Shadow knows how her skin sweats
when the Damned dismiss her love,
Shadow knows how her eyes sting
from anything mean to her sincerity,
her Shadow holds her tears
in hands of ivory,
fantasizes that rage is beauty...
J.A.B. 2023
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2023
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