True the Night
an illusion of effervesence
sweeps me away
when she exposes herself
smooth lengths of surrender
suspended in time
stroking sweet seductive
heart-built-strings
invisible waters of life
cutting through the corruptions
wave after wave after wave
washing away the hidden
the tempted
the sacramental
skin
reddened in light of the dark
Satan's little princess
sacrificed
at the hands of trust
lovingly thrust
shredding
the langour
suspended in air
disappeared
pressed into the bountiful
bosom
sundry'd and still
quelling the quietude
so still
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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